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Old Gold Cadillac
He still pulls up to the courthouse every morning, half past nine
Takes out a rag and polish, gets the chrome to shine
In the same polyester leisure suit he bought back in eighty-two
Lord, he loves that Fleetwood and white patent leather shoes
He lost his boy in Viet Nam in nineteen sixty-eight
Then they forced him to retire from his desk job at the state
His wife is in the county home but she don’t even know his name
Now his minds gone back to better days, a refuge from the pain
They don’t make em like they used to, maybe they never did
Money can’t cure loneliness, but it damn sure keeps it hid
He poured so much into his life but life didn’t give much back
Now all that’s left are memories and an old gold Cadillac
He looks to see if someone’s watching as he wipes the windows clean
Like an artist at a canvas he gently strokes that Detroit dream
People smile as they walk by, some may even understand
That It must take something special to bring such pride out of a man
They don’t make em like they used to, maybe they never did
Money can’t cure loneliness, but it damn sure keeps it hid
If he could do it all again he wouldn’t change the past
He can keep his memories polished like that old gold Cadillac
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