Lyrics:
safe here with you
On the night train
Oh mamma, mamma,
Concrete is wheeling by
Down at the end of a lullaby
On the night train
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillac's
Every
no matter how hard I try
I'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' by
Got everything I own
By the sweat of my brow
From my four-wheel drive to my
ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar
Put a detective
On her trail
The post office thought
weed to the Bumble Bees passing by
Meet me at the Top of the Burg! meet, meet me at the Top of the Burg! Top of the Burg
Cadillacs glistening
Cutlass
A smoke, a long black Cadillac
The engine's winding down
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
Like he owned the whole damn town
I'd hear him talkin'
A smoke, a long black Cadillac
The engine's winding down
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
Like he owned the whole damn town
I'd hear him talkin'
Drop 18, 36 bounce back
Bought a, bought a new Benz
Traded in my Cadillac
Got some new clientele to go with my new trap
Roll the dice and get some
Palms
She got twenty-nine Cadillacs
Twenty-nine sables from Sach's
They came from twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms
Around the lady from
Drifting down from the cemetery
To the funeral on Bourbon Street
A black Cadillac drives slowly by
The widow’s in the back seat
Everyone bows their heads
Black Cadillac
Loadin up the trunk in back
Keep your eyes peeled
Bringin 1950 back
Black Cadillac
Loadin up the trunk in back
Keep your eyes peeled
motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville
A Cadillac a-rollin on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V-8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' 'bout
Well it's Friday evening about a half past five,
Wait a minute here I can't believe my eyes,
I looked up yonder by the railroad track,
There goes
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
Ford,
The Cadillac doin' 'bout 95, she's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side.
chorus
He cooled down, the motor cooled down
That's when I'd
baby got a Cadillac 8, darling
My baby got a Cadillac 8, darling
My baby got a Cadillac 8, poor me ain't got nowhere to stay, darling
My baby got
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
postcode envy
But every song's like
Gold teeth, Grey Goose,
Bloodstains, ball gowns,
We don't care
We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's
postcode envy
But every song's like
Gold teeth, Grey Goose
Bloodstains, ball gowns
We don't care
We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's like
a nigga, dog?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's
About to slit my wrists
Fucking on a ugly bitch
I don't want to exist
I'm slumped back
In the back of Cadillac
With the mac, about to attack
I'm
side, small town night life
White walls rollin’ in the parking lot of the Hardees
Down by the Rural King
Yeah we go real slow through the drive thru
Don’t
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