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



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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



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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...



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