Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs

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