Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Dwight Yoakam
Chant
JD Foster
Basse
Jeff Donavan
Batterie
Pete Anderson
Guitare électrique
Brantley Kearns
Violon folklorique
Glen D. Hardin
Piano
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dwight Yoakam
Ingénierie de mixage
Steven Himelfarb
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Pete Anderson
Production
Eddie Schreyer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dusty Wakeman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
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
Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, 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
And it's guitars, Cadillacs, 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
Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And 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
Writer(s): Dwight David Yoakam
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