Текст: Joe Nichols. Real Things. Comin' Back In A Cadillac.

Leavin' this town, got the ticket in my hand
Greyhound gonna haul me to the promised land
Can't shake this restless in my bones
Mama don't fret, I won't be alone
Gonna make me a fortune and I'm comin' back
In a Cadillac

Ain't no jobs, mill closed last year
If you wanna get ahead, get the hell outta here
There's a lot of new money in this old guitar
Hold on, Daddy, don't you sell that farm
Gonna make me a pile and I'm comin' back
In a Cadillac

This backwoods boy's gonna be an uptown deal
And I'll be back home in my converted 'Ville
There'll be so much green
They're gonna think I robbed a bank
When I get back in a Cadillac

These neon lights leave me shinin' like glitter
And if I play real good, get the pick of the litter
If what she's workin' feels just right
She might wind up and be my wife
Throw her suitcase in and then I'll drive her on back
In my Cadillac

Well, this backwoods boy's gonna be an uptown deal
And I'll ease back home in my converted 'Ville
There's so much green
They're gonna think I robbed a bank
When I get back in a Cadillac