John Hiatt - Tennessee Plates Lyrics
I woke up in a hotel and I didnt know what to doI turned the tv on and wrote a letter to youThe news was talkin bout a dragnet up on the interstateSaid they were lookin for a cadillac with tennessee platesSince I left california baby, things have gotten worseSeems the land of opportunity for me is just a curseTell that judge in bakersfield that my trial will have to waitDown here theyre lookin for a cadillac with tennessee platesIt was somewhere in nevada, it was cold outsideShe was shiverin in the dark, so I offered her a rideThree bank jobs later, four cars hot wiredWe crossed the mississippi like an oil slick fireIf theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt a let us inWhen we landed in memphis like original sinUp elvis presley boulevard to the graceland gatesSee we were lookin for a cadillac with tennessee platesWell, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garageAnd there wasnt one lincoln and there wasnt one dodgeAnd there wasnt one japanese model or makeJust pretty, pretty cadillacs with tennessee platesShe saw him singing once when she was seventeenAnd ever since that day shes been living in betweenI was never king of nothin but this wild weekendAnyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friendsWell this aint no hotel Im writin you fromIts the tennessee prison up at brushy mountainWhere yours sincerelys doin five to eightStampin out my time makin tennessee plates
