in the cadillac i shot my load
off the highway on a dusty road
the sun going steady with a big black cloud
a dog by the fence howling loud
Amy was great but now long gone
before i even put the condom on
i had to finish all by myself
since there wasn't anybody else
but that was okay i still had the car
and i had the keys and a mason jar
i drank it all every drop down
started the cadillac rode to town
found Amy in the local saloon
with swinging doors and a red baloon
drinking and singing up on stage
i would've preferred it was a cage
when it was over she's next to me
buys me a drink gives me some tea
she looked at me funny and then she said
sorry about the car i only do it in bed
Tim is a published author and singer/songwriter. Originally from Easton, Pa. But the real formative years were spent
in NYC. After a long run we loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly, Hills that is. Not true, but I like it. Actually the wilds of Arizona,
where all the magic happens in the dry of the desert. You could have fooled me. Thanks to John Patrick Robbins and Susan Tepper.
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