Woorden:
The Ranch

to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado

ground Drivin' through Jersey headed for D.C. Look at all the boarded up factories All the kings men have a summerhouse in France But you and me live on the radiation ranch

Instrumental

It's killin? me to write the word goodbye I've wadded up and tossed a thousand tries We both know the reason there ain't nothing to explain But I know

One, two, three, four You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned

Well, I ain't proud of what I'm about to do All alone up here with you With the picture of your man Face down upon the night stand so he can't see And

Runnin' from the rate race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin' Take a little walk in the

Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whoopin' every time I went 'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side

call it the Cadillac Ranch They're parking cars in the old bean patch There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch