Confederate Railroad - Cowboy Cadillac lyrics

(Craig Wiseman & Danny M. Wells) 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 Just a friendly chatter 'cause it really don't matter When it comes to the model or make Now they're all the same no matter what name's Underneath the mud on the ol' tailgate CHORUS 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 REPEAT CHORUS 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 But when they meet the Lord for the just reward I bet instead of a pair of angel wings They get a cowboy cadillac... REPEAT CHORUS