Cowboy Cadillac

It's a fifty-five GMC pickup truck
Paint faded to a dull gray
Reliable not dependent on luck
And handy on a stormy day
It's got three speeds on the column
And old worn leather seats
Mud on the floor ain't unusual
Cause it drives through all the creeks

It's a cowboy Cadillac
Prefect for riding the sage
Holds its own on any track
A timeless feature on the western range
A cowboy Cadillac
It's a cowboy Cadillac

Running boards make an easy mount
Red rims and moon hub caps
This machine's what it's all about
Down to the worn mud flaps
Powered by an inline six
Got a heater that sometimes works
Equipment that any cowboy can fix
With a few tools and a curse

It's a cowboy Cadillac
Prefect for riding the sage
Holds its own on any track
A timeless feature on the western range
A cowboy Cadillac
It's a cowboy Cadillac

Prefect for cruising old sixty-six
Or town on Saturday night
Always looking to break new ground
Or hauling extra tack

In my cowboy Cadillac
Prefect for riding the sage
Holds its own on any track
A timeless feature on the western range
A cowboy Cadillac
It's a cowboy Cadillac

It's a cowboy Cadillac
Prefect for riding the sage
Holds its own on any track
A timeless feature on the western range
A cowboy Cadillac
It's a cowboy Cadillac

And it's my cowboy Cadillac



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Clute
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