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