When I packed my things for Nashville 1 ,
You said that I was wrong.
You said I'm never gonna make it,

Singin' them country songs.
Well, I guess I fooled you, baby,
You'd like to have me back.

'Cause I just drove in your home town,
In my big, gold Cadillac.


Sang a little soul and rock and roll,
And I even sang the blues.
Did a little bit in Hollywood,

So, I guess I paid my dues.
Now I got a record that's in the charts,
And a country one at that.

I got me a hit with a bullet on it,
For the big, gold Cadillac.


Saw you on the street this morning,
Brown eyes turn to green.
I waved and smiled and I drove on by,

In my air conditioned dream.
I drove around to show the folks,
That the home town boy was back.

But they were jealous, just like you,
Of my big, gold Cadillac.


Autograph and pictures,
Specials on TV.
Wine and dine with kings and queens,

Who wanna be seen with me.

Well, the things I said I'd do someday,

Fin'ly all came true.
You want in? Well, that's OK,
'Cause I made room for you.

And I'm not mad, ain't you glad,
Honey come on back.
Get up here, right side of me,

In my big, gold Cadillac.

Get up here, right side of me,

In my big, gold Cadillac.