Earl's Dead - Cadillac for Sale - Jimmy Buffett

Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale

An Eldorado sits out on the Tamiami Trail

Sign on the windshield tells the whole tale

Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale

He was a circus man when they first met

He was fired from a cannon into a net

The money was good he always hit the bullseye

Savin' for the car one day he would buy

No, he wasn’t thinkin' of some average ride

A human cannonball has a lot of pride

If you’re gonna live large you need a hydramatic

Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic

And Earl’s is red with shark-like fins

And that is where this little love tale begins

The rear view mirror puts it all in scale

Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale

She was an Everglades girl, partly Seminole

With an urge for goin', and a wanderin' soul

With a name like Moonvine she knew she’d never stay

That handsome human bullet stole her heart away

It was a Saturday night after the midnight show

She was starin' at the car when he said «hello»

Didn’t take too much to move her off the reservation

Just a good lookin' boy with the right transportation

And now Earl is wed, Moonvine’s got her veil

They’re towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail

He’s got the talent, she’s got brains

Earl and Moonvine, left the land of sugar cane

So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine

Had so much fun, hell, they did it again

Crossing cities off the map as they shot down the road

Knowin' towin' a cannon, things could explode

Now a Cadillac was always an Elvis thing

Polished chrome and gold it was the birth of bling

They came with personality they made you a star

God may have made the earth

But man made that car

Now all the way back to the time of James Dean

Car crash songs chewed up heroes and machines

Sick minds, stop signs and uncontrolled swerves

But Early and his Caddy could handle killer curves

So when the big top folded, Early took his last drive

Moonvine kissed her boy goodbye, his exit had arrived

She shot his ashes 'cross the Gulf from that ancient rusty gun

Nomads know when the show is done

And Earl’s dead, he’s been airmailed

And that Eldorado’s waitin' on the Tamiami Trail

For some shameless entertainer to blow in like a gale

Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale

Earl’s dead, Earl’s dead