Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. lyrics

Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep And showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson 'bout a naive fool who 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 It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on Ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives Painful scars are all that's left of me Oh, but thank you girl for teachin' 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 It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on Oh it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music 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