He rolled into town in a black Cadillac
pimpin’ the King James over a breath of bourbon.
He was preachin’ and teachin’…
Lord, he was really reachin’.
But she could not help but listen
she was tripping on every hint
that he had been hissin’
she was feeling every word of it.
He said to let go, lose control,
find out how far that endless road really
You’re not coming back to this
And she let go, she lost control…
Hell that must have been ten years ago
and I haven’t seen her since…
… since I rolled out of town in a hot Cadillac
with a backpack, and a fat sack and an ice cold six pack
and I was bringin’ all my demons with me…
yeah I hit first, what’s the worse that could happen?
Now I’m trapped and gaspin’ for my last breath but it ain’t lastin’….
I wound up on the business end of a shit list.
So I let go, I lost control…
I know how far that road really goes
I not coming back to this.
Cause I let go, I lost control…
I dug a six foot hole and buried my soul
and then I walked away from it.
Sitting on the back of an old Cadillac
watching the sun set behind a smoke stack…
is that laughter that I hear?
She woke up to the stars in the sky,
she’ll never know all that I left behind
nor the road that brought us here.