Guitars, Cadillacs Dwight Yoakam [Verse 1] A E Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep; E A You showed me how this town can shatter dreams. A E Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon E E7 A | E-F#m7-E7/G#| And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet, now it's [Chorus] A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E A And lonely lonely streets that I call home. E F#m E7/G# A E Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, E E7 Is the only thing that keeps me holding on. [Verse 2] There ain't no glamour in our 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 If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just leave. And its [Chorus] A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E A And lonely lonely streets that I call home. E F#m E7/G# A E Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, E E7 Is the only thing that keeps me holding on.
