Girl, you t^Aaught me how to hurt real bad and c^Ery myself to sleep;

and<^E/p> showed me how this town can shat^Ater dreams. Another l^Aesson 'bout a naive fool that c^Eame to Babylon And fou^End out that the pie don't taste so s^Aweet, ^E ^F#now^G# it's

^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music And l^Eonely lonely streets that I call h^Aome. ^E ^F#Yea^G#h, my ^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music, It's the o^Enly thing that keeps me hangin' o^An.

There ain't no g^Alamour in this tinseled land of ^Elost and wasted lives; And p^Eainful scars are all that's left of ^Ame. Ahh but t^Ahank you girl for teaching me brand n^Eew ways to be cruel If I can f^Eind my mind, then I guess I'll just l^Aeave. ^E ^F#And^G# its

^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music And l^Eonely lonely streets that I call h^Aome. ^E ^F#Yea^G#h, my ^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music, It's the o^Enly thing that keeps me hangin' o^An.

^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music And l^Eonely lonely streets that I call h^Aome. ^E ^F#Yea^G#h, my ^A Guitars, Cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music, It's the o^Enly thing that keeps me hangin' o^An.^G# ^F#

^E It's the o^Enly thing that keeps me hangin' o^An. ^A ^G# ^F# E E A | A | A | A | It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on ooh on.

Dwight Yoakam - Guitars cadillacs