Cadillac

I wish I could open my eyes and be standing in the 50’s era 
Motown and  Cadillac records, smoke and jazz, tequila 
The clothes, raw talent singing the blues,  what a time to be alive 
When music made your blood run hot, stirring you on to strive 
 Pure talent, written stories that stayed in our hearts forever more 
Soul and fire on the beat of the track, sweating behind the studio door 
The bands would play, for hours on end, preaching that perfect song 
Electric blues and rock and roll,  singing their story strong 

Music made so powerful,  songs etched into our souls 
The great singing stories of mowtown, that will live on and never grow old