Tennessee Plates

Intro
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Verse One:
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Well I woke up in a hotel, didn't 
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know what to do
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I turned the TV on and wrote a 
 B         E
letter to you
The news was talkin 'bout a dragnet 
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upon the interstate
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They were lookin for a Cadillac 
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with Tennessee plates
Since I left California baby things 
            A
have gotten worse
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Seems the land of opportunity for 
B            E
me is just a curse
Tell the judge in Bakersfield, the 
                 A
trial'll have to wait
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Down here they're lookin for a 
               B         E
Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Chorus One:
       A
It was summer in Nevada, it was cold
 outside
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She was shiverin in the dark so I 
offered her a ride
      A
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot
 wired
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We crossed the Mississippi like an 
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oil slick fire

Verse Two:
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If they had known what we was up 
                         A
to they wouldn'tve let us in
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Seems we landed in Memphis like 
  B       E
original sin
Down Elvis Presley Boulevard to the 
          A
Graceland gates
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We were lookin for a Cadillac with 
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Tennessee plates

E    A  E    B  E (twice)

Well there must have been a dozen of
                      A
 'em parked in that garage
      E                            
There wasn't one Lincoln and there 
B          E
wasn't one Dodge
There wasn't one Japanese model or 
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make
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Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with 
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Tennessee Plates

Chorus Two:
    A
She saw him singin once, when she 
was seventeen
    E
Now ever since that day she's been 
livin in between
      A
I was never king of nothing but this
 wild weekend
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Anyway we wouldn't care, hell he 
                            A     
gave 'em to his friends
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Verse Three:
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This ain't no hotel I'm writin you 
from
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It's a Tennessee prison up at 
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Brushy Mountain
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Your sincerely's doing five to eight
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Stampin out my time makin 
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Tennessee Plates