That old cadillac kept rolling in Southern Texas Counting cars Playing cards Passing time If you'd signal those big trucks they might just blow the horn Riding through Dallas Regretting being born There's a funeral Looks like there's gonna be a storm That sun had faded fast up in Missouri Yet daddy kept them driving into the night Up and down all these dark hills Like rabbits on the run Being poor and being black in 1961 Didn't want to wind up staring Down the wrong end of a gun