Duct tape’s been involved in most of her repairs.
But she’s big and fast and solid and I know I can depend
On her to always be there … unlike a lot of men.
She’s my red Cadillac … my red Cadillac.
She gets me where I’m going, and she always gets me back.
I love her like a sister, she’s my red Cadillac.
3. This Caddie’s got a history that goes back lots of years.
My daddy gave her to me as soon as I could steer.
She’s the one who’s moved me to a half a dozen states
And come with me to weddings and funerals and dates.
4. She hasn’t got a GPS, the windshield’s none too clear.
There’s no pine tree freshener hanging from the mirror.
I don’t reserve my Sundays to polish, wax and clean.
She’s a wash and wear gal—an awful lot like me.
Chorus.
5. This Caddie is America, made for fast and far,
I feel a patriotic spirit when I’m driving in this car.
We’ve been from north to south, from sea to shining sea.
She’s part of that tradition that made this country free.
6. That Saturday a while go, if you’re wondering how it went,
I pulled up to the curb, turned to that boy and said,
“So long, friend, I think you better hitch a ride on back.
There’s no better judge of men than this here Cadillac.”
Chorus.
Fire and Flame
1. I’m drawn to you, like a moth to flame.
Once we met, I was never the same.
To reach that light, moths fly for miles,
That’s what I’d do, just to see your smile.
Chorus:
Love is fire, love is flame
It warms your heart, it lights the way.
It burns forever just like the sun.
It welds two souls and makes them one.
Love is fire, love is flame.
2. I know some boys as smooth as ice,
I can’t deny some look real nice.
But I don’t care if they’re slick and cool,
They don’t ignite me like you do.
Chorus.
3. Some folks hook up not to be alone.
Or they want babies and to make a home.
Nothing wrong with that, for them it’s fine.
But I like my furnace turned up high.
Chorus.
4. You can keep those days in early spring.
A gentle autumn’s not my thing.
No, I want sun and blaring heat—
Sweaty love, just you and me.
Chorus.
The Puzzle Of Your Heart
1. A quiet Sunday, the rain comes down.
Hey, you want to play a game?
I look around.
There’s a jigsaw puzzle on the shelf.
A country scene, some old-time art
Of farms and fields and stacks of hay.
We pour some wine, curl up and start.
Chorus:
One piece there, and one piece here.
Some fall in place and some won’t fit.
It’s just not clear
How I can take these mismatched parts
And put together the puzzle of your heart.
2. You want to stay, you have to go,
I think I love you but I’m confused.
I just don’t know.
Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run.
The past is good, but the future looms.
Let’s have a baby, or maybe not.
Let’s buy this place, no, we should move.
Chorus.
3. The hours pass, there’s not much done.
The middle’s harder than we thought.
It’s been fun.
But the rain’s let up. Let’s take a walk.
We’ve got an hour before it’s night.
Oh, you’d rather watch the game?
I understand. No, it’s all right.
Chorus.
4. I get back home and in the hall
I find a note. You’re outside jogging
After all.
I try a jigsaw piece or two,
But finally I admit defeat.
I guess that’s how it often goes,
Some puzzles we just can’t complete.
Chorus.
Leaving Home
1. Packing up the suitcase, filling boxes to the brim.
Years and years of memories, trying to fit them in.
I never really thought that there might come a time,
When everything would change and I’d have to say goodbye.
Chorus:
Now I’m starting over, starting over once again,
To try to make a new life, without family or friends.
In all my years on earth, there’s one thing that I know:
Nothing can be harder than to leave behind your home.
2. This room, it was my daughter’s, who’s grown and lives nearby.
She’s got babies of her own, oh, I’ll miss them till I cry.
This room is the one where my man and I would sleep.
Or sometimes never sleep at all, if you know what I mean.
Chorus.
3. And here’s the porch we’d sit on, after dinner every night.
My husband talked about his job and I’d tell him ’bout mine.
Then dishes and some cleaning, some homework and to bed.
And the joy of seeing sunrise as the day would start again.
Chorus.
4. Oh, we had quite some parties, to mark those special times.
Christmases and Easters and the Fourth of July.
Any cause for celebration, but the best, at least for me,
Was my daughter’s graduation when she got her degree.
Chorus.
5. We worked hard at our jobs and bought ourselves this home.
We gave back what we got and never hurt a soul.
But I guess I was just na?ve and I didn’t see the truth:
Why judge people by their hearts? It’s simpler to use rules.
6. Now the bus drives through the gate, at the border line,
And drops me off in Juarez, deported for the crime
Of loving the great USA as if she were my own.
I turn and say goodbye to what’s been my only home.
Chorus.
Then in Spanish:
“America, the Beautiful”
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Mr. Tomorrow
1. You know me by now, you’ve got to believe