Heaven In A Cadillac

Past exit nine off the interstate
There's a little joint called the Pearly Gates;
A roadside inn for the down-and-out
Where raising Hell is what they deem devout.

I made my way across the room
Felt the heavy weight of impending doom.
Walked upon the red-hot coals
To test my faith and save my soul.

I'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac
My chariot's a big ol' Coupe DeVille.
When the road you chose leads you to Hell and back
If you don't take the wheel the Devil will.

There at the bar to send me back to school
Was a dirty blonde, playing dirty pool.
She gave me a wink, fed me a line,
Poured me a drink of blood-red wine.

I'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.
Fuzzy dice and Eldorado fins.
She said, "Can I offer you an aphrodisiac?"
I said, "Girl, you don't know where this boy has been."

In the back of the room sat a bearded man
With a fat cigar and and a slight of hand
He waved his cane and flashed his eyes
In a last attempt to hypnotize.

I'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.
Top down and the wind through my hair.
He said, "Boy, I get the feeling you'll be coming back."
I said, "Not if there's an answer to my prayers."

I'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.
I'm trying to get to Heaven in a Cadillac.

If you don't take the wheel the Devil will.

©1998 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)