Intro
E A E B E (3x)
Verse One:
E A
Well I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do
E B E
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you
A
The news was talkin 'bout a dragnet upon the interstate
E B E A E B E
They were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
A
Since I left California baby things have gotten worse
E B E
Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse
A
Tell the judge in Bakersfield, the trial'll have to wait
E B E
Down here they're lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Chorus One:
A
It was summer in Nevada, it was cold outside
E
She was shiverin in the dark so I offered her a ride
A
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired
B E A E B E
We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire
Verse Two:
E A
If they had known what we was up to they wouldn'tve let us in
E B E
Seems we landed in Memphis like original sin
A
Down Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates
E B E
We were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
E A E B E (twice)
A
Well there must have been a dozen of 'em parked in that garage
E B E
There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge
A
There wasn't one Japanese model or make
E B E
Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee Plates
Chorus Two:
A
She saw him singin once, when she was seventeen
E
Now ever since that day she's been livin in between
A
I was never king of nothing but this wild weekend
B A E B
Anyway we wouldn't care, hell he gave 'em to his friends
Verse Three:
E
This ain't no hotel I'm writin you from
B E
It's a Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain
A
Your sincerely's doing five to eight
E B E
Stampin out my time makin Tennessee Plates
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