Standard (EADGBE)

Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry m yself to sleep;

You showed me how this town can shatter dreams.

Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that ca me to Babylon

A nd I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet, now it's

Chorus

Guitars, Cadillacs, hi llbilly music

And lonely lonely streets that I call home.

Yeah, my guitars, C adillacs, hillbilly music,

Is the only thing that keeps me holding on.

2nd Verse

There ain't no glamour in our 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

If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just leave. And its