Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who’d been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs
A fresh one hangin’ from her lips and a beer between her legs
She’d ride down to the river and meet with all her friends
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
Sherry baby
(Sherry baby)
Sherry, can you come out tonight?
(Come, come, come out tonight)
Sherry baby
(Sherry baby)
Sherry, can you come out tonight?
But you know that there’s a fever
Oh, that you’ll never find nowhere else (nowhere else)
Can’t you feel it burnin’
On and on (on and on)
Oh, Sherrie, our love
Holds on, holds on
Oh, Sherrie, our love
Holds on, holds on
My Cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My Cherie amour, distant as the Milky Way
My Cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You’re the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?
'Cause I love them so
Old days
Good times, I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasure
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go
I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
All these changes taking place, I wish I’d seen the place
But no one’s ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
My love bigger than a Cadillac
I’ll try to show it when you’re driving me back
Your love for me got to be real
For you to know just how I feel
A love for real not fade away
Willie the wimp was buried today
They laid him to rest in a special way
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove ‘em wild
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talkin’ 'bout Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, Sergeant, don’t you feel
There’s something wrong with your automobile?
Governor, Governor, now aint it strange
They didn’t have no cars on the Indian range?
Warden, Warden, listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free
Whoa, boys, take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimos Cadillac
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Cruising down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in back
Of your pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac
I’m gonna pack my pa
I’m gonna pack my aunt
I’m gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch
El Dorado fins
White walls and skirts
Rides just like a little bit of heaven
Here on earth
Buddy when I die
Throw my body in the back
Drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac
Then I will stay
I’ll not be back, Eldorado
I will be free, yeah
Of the world, Eldorado
Then I will stay
I’ll not be back, Eldorado
He got a custom Continental,
He got an El Dorado too,
He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun,
He got a razor in his shoe.
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown,
The baddest man in the whole damn town.
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown – Jim Croce
-“BB”-
t has a passion, The Continental,
An invitation to moonlight and romance.
It’s quite the fashion, The Continental,
Because you tell of your love while you dance.
My pappy said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln”
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin’ the pace
That story is true
I’m here to say
I was drivin’ that Model A
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightnin’ ‘stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin’ started flashin’, thunder started clashin’
Whshhhoooh… white lightnin’
And I’m proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse
White lightning’s still the biggest thrill of all