Lyrics Confederate Railroad – Cowboy Cadillac

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

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

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