| Guitars, Cadillacs, and Hillbilly Music | ||
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Words & Music By: ________________ Sequenced by: Unknown |
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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 And now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music And lonely lonely streets that I call home And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music It's 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 of me Oh, 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 now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music And lonely lonely streets that I call home And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on And now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music And lonely lonely streets that I call home And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music It's 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 |
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