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 Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, 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 Oh but thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel If I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave And it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on Oh it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, 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