Guitars, Cadillacs - Dwight Yoakam

    Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep
    You showed me how this town can shatter dreams
    Another lesson about a naive fool that came to Babylon
    And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet

    Chorus:
    Now it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
    And the lonely, lonely streets that I call home
    Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
    Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on

    There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives
    And painful scars are all that's left of me
    But thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
    And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave

    (Repeat Chorus)

    It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on
    It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on

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