Dressed in white cotton
Staring at the phone
I was hiding in the attic
The day you left home
Mother I thought I saw you looking back
But that big black cadillac took you

Father is sleeping
Upright in his best
I brush away the ashes
That collect on his chest
Oh he still thinks that you'll come back
That that big black cadillac is turning around

Mother I see you
But only in dreams
You put me in a basket
And you push me up stream
But I'm always drifting back
Where that big black cadillac took you