Tennessee Plates

(início)

Intro
E    A  E   B  E (3x)
Verse One:
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Well I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do
  E                            B         E
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you
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The news was talkin 'bout a dragnet upon the interstate
          E                          B         E        A  E    B  E
They were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
                                                A
Since I left California baby things have gotten worse
          E                       B            E
Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse
                                                    A
Tell the judge in Bakersfield, the trial'll have to wait
                  E                          B         E
Down here they're lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Chorus One:
       A
It was summer in Nevada, it was cold outside
        E
She was shiverin in the dark so I offered her a ride
      A
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired
   B                                                  E    A E    B E
We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire
Verse Two:
E                                                          A
If they had known what we was up to they wouldn'tve let us in
         E                       B       E
Seems we landed in Memphis like original sin
                                              A
Down Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates
        E                          B         E
We were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
E    A  E    B  E (twice)
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Well there must have been a dozen of 'em parked in that garage
      E                            B          E
There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge
                                   A
There wasn't one Japanese model or make
     E                             B         E
Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with 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
   B                                                        A     E  B
Anyway we wouldn't care, hell he gave 'em to his friends
Verse Three:
     E
This ain't no hotel I'm writin you from
                              B           E
It's a Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain
                               A
Your sincerely's doing five to eight
E                         B         E
Stampin out my time makin Tennessee Plates