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 'bout 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 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 tinselled 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