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