By Dwight Yokam
        The night wolves moan
        The winter hills were black, I'm all alone
        Sitting in the back, of a long white cadillac

        Train whistle cries
        Lost on it's own tracks, I close my eyes
        (Sitting in the back, of a long white) cadillac

        Sometimes I blame it on the woman
        The one who made my poor heart bleed
        Sometimes I blame it on money
        Sometimes I blame it all on me

        Headlights shine
        The highway fades to black, it's my last ride
        (Sitting in the back, of a long white) cadillac
        Ooooh, do it

        (lead)

        Sometimes I blame it on the woman
        The one who made my poor heart bleed
        Sometimes I blame it on money
        Sometimes I blame it all on me

        Train whistle cries
        Lost on it's own tracks, I close my eyes
        (Ain't never comming back, in a long white) cadillac

        (In a long white cadillac)
        (In a long white cadillac)
        (In a long white cadillac)
        (In a long white) cadillac