Guitars, Cadillacs

Girl, you taught me

How to hurt real bad

And cry myself to sleep

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

Now it's guitars, Cadillacs

Hillbilly music

Lonely, lonely streets

That I call home

Yeah my, guitars, Cadillacs

Hillbilly music

Is the only thing

That keeps me hanging on

There ain't no glamour

In this tinseled land

Of lost and wasted lives

And painful scars

Are all that's left for 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

Lonely, lonely streets

That I call home

Yeah my, guitars, Cadillacs

Hillbilly music

Is the only thing

That keeps me hanging on

Oh, it's guitars, Cadillacs

Hillbilly music

Lonely, lonely streets

That I call home

Yeah my, guitars, Cadillacs

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