Mrs. Jones' Cadillac Songtext
von Kevin Beadles
Mrs. Jones' Cadillac Songtext
She drives a hearse
It′s not the worst car that she's had
Yeah, Mrs. Jones
It′s not the only name she's had
And every grievance that she's nursed
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind her in the hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
What you don′t bury you carry along
But the stench gets a little strong
Yeah, the stench gets a little strong
Her first divorce
She drove his Porsche into a lake
The final decree
Gave her more than she could take
And every grievance that she's nursed
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind her in the hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
What you don't bury you carry along
But the stench gets a little strong
Yeah, the stench gets a little strong
Well, it′s shiny and it's black and if you don′t look in the back
It's just another Cadillac stuck on the railroad track
Yeah, Mrs. Jones' Cadillac
If every grievance that you nurse
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind you in a hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
If what you don′t bury you carry along
Then be sure you don't carry on too long
Don′t you carry on too long
And that's the moral to this song
It′s not the worst car that she's had
Yeah, Mrs. Jones
It′s not the only name she's had
And every grievance that she's nursed
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind her in the hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
What you don′t bury you carry along
But the stench gets a little strong
Yeah, the stench gets a little strong
Her first divorce
She drove his Porsche into a lake
The final decree
Gave her more than she could take
And every grievance that she's nursed
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind her in the hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
What you don't bury you carry along
But the stench gets a little strong
Yeah, the stench gets a little strong
Well, it′s shiny and it's black and if you don′t look in the back
It's just another Cadillac stuck on the railroad track
Yeah, Mrs. Jones' Cadillac
If every grievance that you nurse
(Every sorrow, every hurt)
Rides behind you in a hearse
(And it′s only getting worse)
If what you don′t bury you carry along
Then be sure you don't carry on too long
Don′t you carry on too long
And that's the moral to this song
Writer(s): Kevin Andrew Beadles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com