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 [D7] 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 [D7] 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 [D7] I guess I'll just [G] leave. And it's...

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OUTRO:
The [D] only thing that [D7] keeps me hanging [G] on
It's the [D] only thing that [D7] keeps me hanging [G] on [G]