John Hiatt - Tennessee Plates lyrics

I woke up in a hotel and I didn`t know what to do

I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you

The news was talkin` `bout a dragnet up on the interstate

Said they were lookin` for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse

Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse

Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait

Down here they`re lookin` for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside

She was shiverin` in the dark, so I offered her a ride

Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired

We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire

If they`d known what we was up to they wouldn`t `a let us in

When we landed in Memphis like original sin

Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates

See we were lookin` for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage

And there wasn`t one Lincoln and there wasn`t one Dodge

And there wasn`t one Japanese model or make

Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates

She saw him singing once when she was seventeen

And ever since that day she`s been living in between

I was never king of nothin` but this wild weekend

Anyway he wouldn`t care, hell he gave them to his friends

Well this ain`t no hotel I`m writin` you from

It`s the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain

Where yours sincerely`s doin` five to eight

Stampin` out my time makin` Tennessee plates