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