Written by John Hiatt/Mike Porter
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