Cadillac Jack

(K. Gordon)



My daddy sells Caddys down on Grand Avenue

He walks that hot asphalt in his new white shoes

He's tryin' to talk some fool into that two door on the corner

Well, it ain't ever run and it ain't ever gonna

Doctored odometers and forged inspections

Landed my pappy in the House of Correction



Cadillac Jack's #1 son

Dirty hands get the dealin' done

I'm just a chip off'a the busted block

Cadillac Jack's #1 son



I wrapped this Eldorado ¡round a telephone pole

And landed straight in the arms of the state patrol

There was whiskey on my breath and blood on the wheel

And bright lights in my face..."Hey, what's the big idea!"

But Pappy knows the D.A. and he'll see it our way

A big stack of cash can surely save



Cadillac Jack's #1 son

Dirty hands get the dealin' done

I'm just a chip off'a the busted block

Cadillac Jack's #1 son



Now don't the blood run thicker than the law when you're on the brink

The things you do for love and hate No, you don't stop to think



Now, there's this woman I know used to treat me kind

And the baby she rockin' in her arms is mine

But I just can't abide no restraining order

I' m gonna grab that kid and break for the border

We'll be just a coupl'a gringos down in Mexico

South of Matamoros, ain't nobody gonna know



Cadillac Jack's #1 son

Dirty hands get the dealin' done

I'm just a chip off'a the busted block

Cadillac Jack's #1 son



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