I woke up in a hotel and I didnt know what to do
I turned the tv on and wrote a letter to you
The news was talkin bout a dragnet up on the interstate
Said they were lookin for a cadillac with tennessee plates
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 theyre 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
If theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt 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
Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage
And there wasnt one lincoln and there wasnt one dodge
And there wasnt 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 shes been living in between
I was never king of nothin but this wild weekend
Anyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friends
Well this aint no hotel Im writin you from
Its the tennessee prison up at brushy mountain
Where yours sincerelys doin five to eight
Stampin out my time makin tennessee plates
I turned the tv on and wrote a letter to you
The news was talkin bout a dragnet up on the interstate
Said they were lookin for a cadillac with tennessee plates
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 theyre 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
If theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt 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
Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage
And there wasnt one lincoln and there wasnt one dodge
And there wasnt 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 shes been living in between
I was never king of nothin but this wild weekend
Anyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friends
Well this aint no hotel Im writin you from
Its the tennessee prison up at brushy mountain
Where yours sincerelys doin five to eight
Stampin out my time makin tennessee plates