[Verse 1]
Meatloaf and mashed potatoes
Jesus Christ ain't gonna save us
Be careful or this old world'll make us
Crazy as a three-legged mule
Bake the biscuits brown and easy
Fried chicken all nice and greasy
Every time she comes 'round here and sees me
I'm shakin' like a love drunk fool
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Verse 2]
Rolling slow, hummin' a song
I got my Christmas tree lit up all year long
You got me smilin' bigger than Cheech and Chong
My heart bangin' like two boots in a dryer
I roll the dice and I can't lose
I got rings on my fingers and wings on my shoes
If I try to sing them lovesick blues
Everybody'll know that I'm a liar
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Outro]
John Prine's Cadillac
Meatloaf and mashed potatoes
Jesus Christ ain't gonna save us
Be careful or this old world'll make us
Crazy as a three-legged mule
Bake the biscuits brown and easy
Fried chicken all nice and greasy
Every time she comes 'round here and sees me
I'm shakin' like a love drunk fool
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Verse 2]
Rolling slow, hummin' a song
I got my Christmas tree lit up all year long
You got me smilin' bigger than Cheech and Chong
My heart bangin' like two boots in a dryer
I roll the dice and I can't lose
I got rings on my fingers and wings on my shoes
If I try to sing them lovesick blues
Everybody'll know that I'm a liar
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm smilin' like a sinner on a month without Sundays
I guess I'm pretty alright
Put it in a postcard, tell the whole world that I'm just fine
And I'm skippin' like a flat rock sailin' 'cross the water
Shinin' like the Ryman's stained glass
Happy as the music comin' out of the speakers in the back
Of John Prine's Cadillac
[Outro]
John Prine's Cadillac
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