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He's Cadillac Jack Favor
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And the name rings true
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If he's got a ride
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Any stranger would, too
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The one bad habit
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That his father would say
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Is sure gonna put him
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Through the trials one day
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And that's just what happened
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He took pity on two men
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Heading down to Louisiana
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He stopped and let them in
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And the things he did
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For helping them
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Would make him wish
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He was busting broncs again
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He dropped them off in Boyser City
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Where they met up with a man
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That vagabond comittee barely
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Even had a plan
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It was just a simple robbery
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Turned double homicide
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They got away with murder
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It'd be someone else's hide
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Almost two years come and gone
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They never solved that crime
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'Til they found one of our vagabonds
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Already doing time
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When that jailbird started singing
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They all knew the words were wrong
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But the sheriff and the DA
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And the judge all sang along
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They pinned it on Jack Favor
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Gave him life without parole
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Gave Jack's freedom to the jailbird
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Payment on the lies he told
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It just so happens that election year
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Everybody payed out at the polls
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Cadillac's no fallen hero
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And he's never gonna break
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When it comes to prison rodeo
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There ain't no easy eight
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And if you want the definition
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Of the picture-perfect frame
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It'd be in the dictionary
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Underneath Jack Favor's name
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Yeah, it's the world's most crooked picture
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And when it comes to being framed
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Cadillac Jack Favor should be in the
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Cadillac Jack Favor
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| Clint Black |
