[Intro – Car Engine + Rain]
[Windshield wipers moving slowly]
My Cadillac got graveyard mileage.
[808 growls softly]
Every mile smell like bourbon…
rain…
and bad decisions.
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[Verse 1]
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Cemetery Cadillac glide through the fog,
Chrome shine black like a funeral god.
Swamp-born driver with a ghost in the passenger,
Whole night smell spiritually hazardous.
Mon cher, my tires hum blues songs,
Roll smooth where the dead walk home.
Gold teeth grin in the rearview mirror,
Even my reflection look mysterious.
I got gris-gris tied beneath the dashboard,
Protection from the envy and the shadow forms.
Grandmère voice still echo in my head:
“Boy, every blessing come with spirits.”
Black river shimmer beside the highway lane,
Moonlight drip silver on the window frame.
I’m from where crows fly low before storms,
And intuition become survival law.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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Cemetery Cadillac ride slow tonight…
Black chrome glow beneath moonlight.
Cemetery Cadillac still roam…
Carryin’ ghosts back home.
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[Verse 2]
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Leather seats soft like expensive sin,
Codeine thoughts drift through the wind.
Shorty from Lafayette in velvet gloves,
Say my aura feel dangerous.
I told her:
“Cher, that’s Louisiana blood.”
Then laughed while the thunder rolled up.
She kissed my neck near the river bend,
Like heartbreak itself had lips again.
Flow got mildew and chandelier dust,
Every punchline smell like distrust.
I’m poetic ‘cause the swamp raised predators,
Where even beauty move skeptical.
Streetlights blur through the rainstorm haze,
Like memories meltin’ on Claiborne lanes.
Every cemetery gate I pass feel familiar,
Like the South itself remember my spirit.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Some people inherit money.
Louisiana gave me:
instincts…
ghosts…
and rhythm.
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Black wheels roll through the midnight heat…
Every ancestor ridin’ with me.
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[Verse 3]
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Truth is—
I don’t drive to escape thoughts.
I drive so the ghosts got somewhere to sit.
Somewhere between the rain and engine noise,
The swamp finally quiet a little.
Still…
every road down here feel spiritual,
Like the bayou itself watchin’ you move.
And every time the moon hit the hood just right—
I swear the Cadillac look possessed.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Cemetery Cadillac drift through rain…
Louisiana carved my pain.
Cemetery Cadillac move slow…
Black water underneath the road.
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[Outro – Engine Fading Into Swamp Sounds]
[Turn signal clicks softly]
Down here…
even the cars got ghosts inside.
