Tom: E
Introdução:
A
Well, my pappy wasn't happy with me. He told me to go.
E
So I stole my daddy's Cadilac, headed on down the road.
B7
Well, I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile.
A G E
I was headed for the border, man, and I was goin' down in style.
E
Well, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back.
I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadilac.
A
Yeah, I'd cruise 'em down that boulevard, treated them like queens.
E
I took 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen
B7
And when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile,
A G E
"I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style."
A
Well, you've gotta take your chances if they ever come along.
E
Just close your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine.
A
And it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong
B7
Cause when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind.
E
I stomped down on the peddle, set the cruise control.
Five-hundred ragin' horses beyond by the state parol.
A
Lord, the sirens were ascreamin', lights were flashin' red.
E
There's a dozen more awatin' at the roadblock up ahead.
B7
As I scattered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry,
A G E
"He's headed for the border, man, and he's goin' down in style."
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A
Yeah, when you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back.
E
Yeah, and there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail.
A
When the closest thing to Heaven is a great big Cadilac,
B7
The city lights of Houston, or the firey gates of Hell.
E
Well, they nailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande.
And I was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land.
A
Well, they hauled me back to Houston, throwed me in the jail.
E
Well, my mama started cryin' and my daddy paid the bail.
B7
Well, I'm sorry not there to hear the outcome of my trial...
A G E A E A E
I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style.