Long White Cadillac - The Clarks

Night wolves moan

Winter hills are black

I’m all alone

Sitting in the back

Of a long white Cadillac

Train whistle cries

Lost on its own track

I close my eyes

Sitting in the back

Of a long white Cadillac

Sometimes I blame it on a woman

The one that made my poor heart bleed

Sometimes I blame it on the money

Sometimes I blame it all on me

Headlights shine

Highway fades to black

It’s my last ride

Sitting in the back

Of a long white Cadillac

Sometimes I blame it on a woman

The one that made my poor heart bleed

Sometimes I blame it on the money

Sometimes I blame it all on me

Train whistle cries

Lost on its own track

I close my eyes

I ain’t never coming back

In a long white Cadillac

In a long white Cadillac

In a long white Cadillac

In a long white Cadillac

In a long white Cadillac

Ah, bye bye baby…

Psychodelic