Dwight Yoakam, Guitars Cadillacs (1986)
^{Key: :[G#] (w: Dwight Yoakam) (BPM: 172)}

VERSE 1:
Girl, you [G#] taught me how to hurt real bad and [D#] cry myself to sleep
You [D#] showed me how this town can shatter [G#] dreams
Another [G#] lesson 'bout a naive fool that [D#] came to Babylon
And [D#] found out that the [D#7] pie don't taste so [G#] sweet. Now it's...

CHORUS:
[G#] Guitars, cadillacs, [D#] hillbilly music
And [D#] lonely, lonely streets that I call [G#] home
Yeah, my [G#] guitars, cadillacs, [D#] hillbilly music
[D#] Is the only thing that [D#7] keeps me hanging [G#] on

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VERSE 2:
There ain't no [G#] glamour in this tinsel land of [D#] lost and wasted lives;
And painful scars are all that's left of [G#] me. [D#]
Ought to [G#] thank you girl for teaching me brand [D#] new ways to be cruel
If I can [D#] find my mind, now [D#7] I guess I'll just [G#] leave. And it's...

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OUTRO:
The [D#] only thing that [D#7] keeps me hanging [G#] on
It's the [D#] only thing that [D#7] keeps me hanging [G#] on [G#]