I woke up in a hotel and I didnt 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 theyre 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 theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt 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 wasnt one lincoln and there wasnt one dodge And there wasnt 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 shes been living in between I was never king of nothin but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this aint no hotel Im writin you from Its the tennessee prison up at brushy mountain Where yours sincerelys doin five to eight Stampin out my time makin tennessee plates