| Leavin' this town, got the ticket in my hand
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| Greyhound gonna haul me to the promised land
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| Can’t shake this restless in my bones
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| Mama don’t fret, I won’t be alone
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| Gonna make me a fortune and I’m comin' back
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| In a Cadillac
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| Ain’t no jobs, mill closed last year
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| If you wanna get ahead, get the hell outta here
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| There’s a lot of new money in this old guitar
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| Hold on, Daddy, don’t you sell that farm
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| Gonna make me a pile and I’m comin' back
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| In a Cadillac
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| This backwoods boy’s gonna be an uptown deal
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| And I’ll be back home in my converted 'Ville
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| There’ll be so much green
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| They’re gonna think I robbed a bank
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| When I get back in a Cadillac
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| These neon lights leave me shinin' like glitter
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| And if I play real good, get the pick of the litter
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| If what she’s workin' feels just right
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| She might wind up and be my wife
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| Throw her suitcase in and then I’ll drive her on back
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| In my Cadillac
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| Well, this backwoods boy’s gonna be an uptown deal
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| And I’ll ease back home in my converted 'Ville
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| There’s so much green
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| They’re gonna think I robbed a bank
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| When I get back in a Cadillac |