I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man upon the interstate Seems they lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield, my trial I'll have to wait They're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hotwired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire, Yeah! Yeah If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't let us in Now we landed in Memphis like original sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates Oh, see we're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Man, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge Wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs' with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but that wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends This ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from The Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates
I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man upon the interstate Seems they lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield, my trial I'll have to wait They're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hotwired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire, Yeah! Yeah If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't let us in Now we landed in Memphis like original sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates Oh, see we're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Man, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge Wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs' with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but that wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends This ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from The Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates
