C Am
Dressed in white cotton
C Am
Staring at the phone
C Am
I was hiding in the attic
C Am
The day you left home
F G
Mother I thought I saw you looking back
F G C Am
But that big black Cadillac took you
C Am
C Am
Father is sleeping
C Am
Upright in his best
C Am
I brush away the ashes
C Am
That collect on his chest
F G
Oh he still thinks that you'll come back
F G C Am
That that big black Cadillac is turning around
C Am
C Am
Mother I see you
C Am
But only in dreams
C Am
you put me in a basket
C Am
And you push me up stream
F G
But I'm always drifting back
F G C Am
Where that big black Cadillac took you
