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A couple years back
I bought a 54 Cadillac
A junkyard beauty,
it had a rusty hood
and a missing wheel
I fixed her up it took some time
But that engines runs
like dynamite,
in that
All black vintage Cadillac
Find a freeway and hit the gas
Fire it up and roll
Put a little rubber on the road
When I’m missing home,
I make time to take a drive
In that
All back vintage Cadillac
Just like my daddy had
The sheriff told me,
boy you’ve been driving
way to fast
I’d just turned sixteen
when I took the speeding
ticket home to Dad
He said,
next time you see
those cop car lights
Remember
that engines runs like dynamite,
in that
All black vintage Cadillac
Find a freeway and hit the gas
Fire it up and roll
Put a little rubber on the road
When I’m missing home,
I make time to take a drive
In that
All back vintage Cadillac
Just like my daddy had
The smell of gasoline
and those leathers seat
takes me back to 93
When I was still my father’s son,
riding shotgun
It’s like he never left Ma and me
he’s still sitting
in the driver’s seat
of that
All black vintage Cadillac
We Find a freeway and hit the gas
Fire it up and roll
Put a little rubber on the road
Yeah it feels like home,
the only home I’ve ever known
In that
All black vintage Cadillac
Find a freeway and hit the gas
Fire it up and roll
Put a little rubber on the road
When I’m missing home,
I make time to take a drive
In that
All back vintage Cadillac
Just like my daddy had
A couple years back
I bought a 54 Cadillac