Tennessee Plates (feat. John Hiatt & Vince Gill)

I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do

I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you

The news was talking 'bout a dead man upon the interstate

Seems they looking for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well, 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, my trial will have to wait

They're looking for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside

She was shivering 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

Yeah, if they'd known what we's up to, they wouldn't have let us in

Now we landed in Memphis like original sin

Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates

Oh, see, we're looking for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Man, there must have been a dozen of 'em parked in that garage

There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge

Wasn't one Japanese model or make

Just some pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates

She saw him singing once when she was seventeen

Ever since that day, she's been living in between

I was never king of nothing but that wild weekend

Anyway, he wouldn't care, hell, he gave 'em to his friends

This ain't no hotel I'm writing you from

The Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain

Where yours sincerely's doing five to eight

Starving out my time, making Tennessee plates