Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes - Cadillac Jack lyrics

Cadillac Jack (K. Gordon) My daddy sells Caddys down on Grand Avenue He walks that hot asphalt in his new white shoes He's tryin' to talk some fool into that two door on the corner Well, it ain't ever run and it ain't ever gonna Doctored odometers and forged inspections Landed my pappy in the House of Correction Cadillac Jack's #1 son Dirty hands get the dealin' done I'm just a chip off'a the busted block Cadillac Jack's #1 son I wrapped this Eldorado round a telephone pole And landed straight in the arms of the state patrol There was whiskey on my breath and blood on the wheel And bright lights in my face..."Hey, what's the big idea!" But Pappy knows the D.A. and he'll see it our way A big stack of cash can surely save Cadillac Jack's #1 son Dirty hands get the dealin' done I'm just a chip off'a the busted block Cadillac Jack's #1 son Now don't the blood run thicker than the law when you're on the brink The things you do for love and hate No, you don't stop to think Now, there's this woman I know used to treat me kind And the baby she rockin' in her arms is mine But I just can't abide no restraining order I' m gonna grab that kid and break for the border We'll be just a coupl'a gringos down in Mexico South of Matamoros, ain't nobody gonna know Cadillac Jack's #1 son Dirty hands get the dealin' done I'm just a chip off'a the busted block Cadillac Jack's #1 son Write Road Music BMI