Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac
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Somebody's strikin' a match on the back
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Brimstone lines marring the body so fair
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Brimstone lines marring the body so fair
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Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now
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My car is dead and gone, Lord
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And I just can't carry on
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Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me
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My car wants to be free, I know
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And it's calling out to me, yeah
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Walking along with a gold-plated pussycat
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Somebody's pouring blood on its back
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Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide
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Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide
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Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now
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My cat is all alone, I know it
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And it hasn't got a bone
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Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me
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My cat begins to sleep
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And it's sleeping 'round with me
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Don't you know I need that thing so bad
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My car and my cat are going bad
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And I need everything I can, Lady
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Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can't be the same, no
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They're gonna meet me once again, yeah
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They're gonna meet me once again, Lord
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Sandpaper Cadillac
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| Joe Cocker |
