I Want My Fleetwood Back - Tony Joe White

Livin' down in Memphis, back in '75.

We were scuffling

hard, just barely staying alive.

Money’s kind of scarge

when you’re just an opening act.

Last thing on my mind

was a Fleetwood Cadillac.

We were cruising downtown

just on a Sunday drive.

I look out on a car lot

and something caught my eye.

It was baby blue

had a Rolls-Royce grill.

A continatel kit

and a silver spokes on the wheel.

I put some money down

and I told the man

I would be back.

I knew I had to have

that Fleetwood Cadillac.

I drove up to Nashville

I was feeling kinda proud.

But the Billie’s said

it’s gaudy just too loud.

That’s alright

I was willing to take a little flak.

You do what you must do

for a Fleetwood Cadillac.

It was just too long

wouldn’t fit in my garage.

Uncle Sam was in the distance

and it was not my mirage.

Said he need money

for the previous income tax.

Oh, I had to let it go!

But now I want my Fleetwood back.

The new Cadillac’s, it hard to even tell 'em

the colours ain’t too cool

and they’re shape like a watermelon.

If they give me one

I don’t think I would ever react.

One thing on my mind

I want my Fleetwood back.