Grandpas Cadillac

Grandpa’s Cadillac Music & lyrics © Andrew Revkin

It pulled into the drive like a cruise ship into a dock.
All curves and chrome, swear it measured one or two blocks.

When it rounded a corner, looked to bend just like a snake.
Drove smooth and cool, like drinking a vanilla shake.

It was white as a tooth. Had fins to the sky.
The windows were Coke-bottle green.
My Grandpa’s Cadillac was one great shiny machine.

He bought it used, never owned a new car in his life.
Treated that Caddy almost like it was a second wife.

When he washed it he’d circle like a sculptor ‘round a marble bust.
Searching for dings or dull spots or, God forbid, rust.

It was white as a tooth. Had fins to the sky.
The windows were Coke-bottle green.
My Grandpa’s Cadillac was one great shiny machine.

He kept it running as long as he could but it was finally time.
Traded in that ’59 and got himself a used ’69.

Gone were the curves. Gone were the fins.
Streamlined was out. Square was in.

Now a Cadillac was just another kind of car –
Nothing special, not a work of art…

Not like that ’59 with fins to the sky
and windows all Coke-bottle green….

My Grandpa’s Cadillac...
My Grandpa’s Cadillac…
My Grandpa’s Cadillac was one great shiny machine.