Текст песни confederate railroad - Cowboy Cadillac
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Well Deke`s got a Ford, Hank`s got a ChevyBooger`s got a beat-up DodgeWell they fight like the devil over which one`s betterFridays at the Moose Head LodgeJust a friendly chatter `cause it really don`t matterWhen it comes to the model or makeNow they`re all the same no matter what name`sUnderneath the mud on the ol` tailgateCHORUSIt`s a cowboy cadillac, mud grips, gun rackFactory four-on-the-floorQuarter tank of gas and a spare in the backLord who could ever ask for moreSitting up high as the world goes byKicking-up dust in your tracksIt`s a matter of pride as a matter of fact toThem folks that ride in them cowboy cadillacsNow Bobby Jean Cordell dreams `bout wedding bellsRinging in her life one dayAnd a fine young man armed with a wedding bandStealing her heart awayBut when the "I Do`s" done and the songs are sungAnd she finally gets to kiss the groomIt ain`t a white limousine in her wildest dreamsHauling her away on a honeymoonREPEAT CHORUSNow a lot of my friends are folks like themI feel I know them well enough to sayThey`ve got a parking space at the pearly gatesWhen they run out of road some dayNow I hesitate to speculateAbout the workings of those heavenly thingsBut when they meet the Lord for the just rewardI bet instead of a pair of angel wingsThey get a cowboy cadillac...REPEAT CHORUS