A demented late night ride into the hellish nightmares of my imagination
Marty Gilman played the sax. Thanks Marty.
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COMBAT CADDILLACS
BY WRC
I’VE GOT AN OUTDATED GOLD PLATED PICKUP TRUCK
AND THE RADIO’S STARTIN’ STARTIN’ TO MELT.
THE MUSIC SUCKS AND I’M OUT OF LUCK.
I’M DRIVING THROUGH THE BIBLE BELT.
MIDNIGHT AND THE SKY WAS CLEAR.
THE ROAD WAS EMPTY AND I WAS OUT OF BEER.
I DIDN’T SEE THEM UNTIL I PASSED.
I TRIED TO STOP BUT I WAS GOING TOO FAST.
COMBAT CADDILLACS (COMMUNISM’S GONE)
COMBAT CADDILLACS
COMBAT CADDILLACS (COMMUNISM’S GONE)
COMBAT CADDILLACS
CADDY’S IN FORMATION DOING FIFTY- FIVE
PASSING BY MY SIDE VIEW MIRROR
MAKES ME GLAD TO BE ALIVE
LIBERATION IS THEIR MISSION BY THE FEAR OF GOD
KEEPING ME FREE IF I NEED IT OR NOT
THE COMBAT CADDILLACS ATTACK AT DAWN
THEY’RE DRIVING INTO MOSCOW WITH THEIR RADIOS ON
PLAYING ROCK AND ROLL ‘TIL THE PEOPLE ARE FREE
THIS DOESN’T LOOK LIKE LOOK LIKE GEORGIA TO ME.
COMBAT CADDILLACS (COMMUNISM’S GONE)
COMBAT CADDILLACS
COMBAT CADDILLACS (COMMUNISM’S GONE)
COMBAT CADDILLACS
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