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 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