Guitars, Cadillacs Lyrics

Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep;
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, now it's
horus
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music,
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on.
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There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives;
And painful scars are all that's left of me.
Ahh but thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
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If I can find my mind, then I guess I'll just leave. And its
horus
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music,
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on.
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horus
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music,
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on.
Turnaround
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on.
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on ooh on.