Biography:
“the songwriting stands out with its fearless appropriation of rock, pop, blues and old-time dance music. “- Boston Herald
“the energy that Cadillac Sky jettisons into the public, enough rock ‘n roll to force their audiences to start dancing in the aisles…”-Folkwax
“Their live shows are a marvel of emotion and razor-sharp focus…”- Cybergrass
“the beautiful singing, awesome instrumental work, or the superb original compositions, it all fit together like a favorite sweater.”- Sacramento, CA, DJ Al Shusterman
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Can't Trust the Weatherman
Cadillac Sky : http://cadillacsky.net/
These guys are incredible, I don't know why there are no tabs to any of their
songs on the internet!
Intro: A-B A-B
B
Her daddy hated his tattoos
but she was in love with a baby due
A
In September, early September.
B
So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar
Threw some chairs out in the yard
A
And got a preacher, a pentecostal preacher
E A B
And the man on the evening news
E A B
Promised sunny and 72 but
E
You can't trust the weather man
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
A
Whole crowd was soaking wet
A B A B
Mud all over momma's dress
E
No sign of the sun
B
But a sure fire sign of things to come
A
One thing you can plan
A E
Is You can't trust the weather man
Six months after the knot got tied
There were diapers and a double wide
They couldn't pay for one day they had a brainstorm
She'd pull the gun he'd crack the safe
They pulled it off and they pulled away
They were laughin' 'til they saw lights flashin'
Forecast on the radio
Never even mentioned snow but
You can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chanse
Cop car hit a path of ice
Hit a rail flipped on its side
That couple got away
Cops only had one thing to blame
Shook off the snow, threw up their hands
Said, you can't trust the weather man
They hid their cash under the bed
Of that condo in Club Med
Where the chance of sunshine is
One hundred percent but
You can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
Hurricane came rippin' trough
Tore that condo right in two
Stuff scattered everywhere
Stolen money flyin' trough the air
And if you wonder how the story ends
They're back out in the sticks again
So remember when you're makin' plans
You can't trust the weatherman
You can't trust the weatherman
No, You can't, can't trust the weatherman
Cadillac Sky : http://cadillacsky.net/
These guys are incredible, I don't know why there are no tabs to any of their
songs on the internet!
Intro: A-B A-B
B
Her daddy hated his tattoos
but she was in love with a baby due
A
In September, early September.
B
So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar
Threw some chairs out in the yard
A
And got a preacher, a pentecostal preacher
E A B
And the man on the evening news
E A B
Promised sunny and 72 but
E
You can't trust the weather man
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
A
Whole crowd was soaking wet
A B A B
Mud all over momma's dress
E
No sign of the sun
B
But a sure fire sign of things to come
A
One thing you can plan
A E
Is You can't trust the weather man
Six months after the knot got tied
There were diapers and a double wide
They couldn't pay for one day they had a brainstorm
She'd pull the gun he'd crack the safe
They pulled it off and they pulled away
They were laughin' 'til they saw lights flashin'
Forecast on the radio
Never even mentioned snow but
You can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chanse
Cop car hit a path of ice
Hit a rail flipped on its side
That couple got away
Cops only had one thing to blame
Shook off the snow, threw up their hands
Said, you can't trust the weather man
They hid their cash under the bed
Of that condo in Club Med
Where the chance of sunshine is
One hundred percent but
You can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
Hurricane came rippin' trough
Tore that condo right in two
Stuff scattered everywhere
Stolen money flyin' trough the air
And if you wonder how the story ends
They're back out in the sticks again
So remember when you're makin' plans
You can't trust the weatherman
You can't trust the weatherman
No, You can't, can't trust the weatherman
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