| Sabbath on cornbread, whiskey, and weed
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| Hank and the Grateful Dead
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| Some might call us a crossbreed
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| Some just call us the best
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| There ever was, there ever is, yeah, there ever will be
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| If you see the skull and crossbones comin' your way
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| Well, you in the place to be
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| Sticks and skins, slide and steel
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| Guitar man, three hippie hillbillies from Tennessee shootin' to kill
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| Keepin' it heavy, keepin' it real
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| Better hide your woman 'cause me and the boys
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| We’s a lookin' for a heart to steal
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| Best damn band in country, you best believe
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| You ain’t never seen nothin' like The Cadillac Three
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| Well, Nashville sure has changed a lot, yeah, over the years
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| Cranes, and condos, and knockin' down the studios
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| And the bars where we used to drink beer
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| But one thing you can bet your damn bottom dollar on
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| Gonna stay the same
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| These three longhairs born and raised here
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| Gonna keep on changin' the game
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| Sticks and skins, slide and steel
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| Guitar man, three hippie hillbillies from Tennessee shootin' to kill
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| Keepin' it heavy, keepin' it real
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| Better hide your woman 'cause me and the boys
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| We’s a lookin' for a heart to steal
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| Best damn band in country, you best believe
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| You ain’t never seen nothin' like The Cadillac Three
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| Sticks and skins, slide and steel
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| Guitar man, three hippie hillbillies from Tennessee shootin' to kill
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| Keepin' it heavy, keepin' it real
|
| Better hide your woman 'cause me and the boys
|
| We’s a lookin' for a heart to steal
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| Best damn band in country, you best believe
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| You ain’t never seen nothin' like The Cadillac Three |