Guitars, Cadillacs Lyrics

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 who came to Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music and lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music … it’s the only thing that keeps me hangin’ 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 and lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music … it’s the only thing that keeps me hangin’ on … Oh, it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music and lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music … it’s the only thing that keeps me hangin’ on … It's the only thing that keeps me hangin’ on … it's the only thing that keeps me hangin’ on.