Cowboy Cadillac — текст песни (confederate railroad)

Well Deke`s got a Ford, Hank`s got a Chevy
Booger`s got a beat-up Dodge
Well they fight like the devil over which one`s better
Fridays at the Moose Head Lodge
Just a friendly chatter `cause it really don`t matter
When it comes to the model or make
Now they`re all the same no matter what name`s
Underneath the mud on the ol` tailgate

CHORUS
It`s a cowboy cadillac, mud grips, gun rack
Factory four-on-the-floor
Quarter tank of gas and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It`s a matter of pride as a matter of fact to
Them folks that ride in them cowboy cadillacs

Now Bobby Jean Cordell dreams `bout wedding bells
Ringing in her life one day
And a fine young man armed with a wedding band
Stealing her heart away
But when the I Do`s done and the songs are sung
And she finally gets to kiss the groom
It ain`t a white limousine in her wildest dreams
Hauling her away on a honeymoon

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Now a lot of my friends are folks like them
I feel I know them well enough to say
They`ve got a parking space at the pearly gates
When they run out of road some day
Now I hesitate to speculate
About the workings of those heavenly things
But when they meet the Lord for the just reward
I bet instead of a pair of angel wings
They get a cowboy cadillac...

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