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 ВЎround 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
Write Road Music BMI