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Intro

 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 that my trial will have to wait

 Down here 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 hot wired

 We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire

Intro

 If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in

 When we landed in Memphis like original sin

 Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates

 See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

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 Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage

 And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge

 And there 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 this wild weekend

 Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends + INSTR. A E (B E)

 Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from / It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain

 Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight

/ Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates