Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, cadillacs Lyrics
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| Dwight Yoakam
- Guitars, cadillacs Lyrics
Album: Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad And cry myself to sleep And showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson 'bout a naive fool Who came to Babylon And found out that the pie Don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land Of lost and wasted lives Painful scars are all that's left of me I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me Brand new ways to be cruel Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave And it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on Oh it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music It's The only thing that keep me hangin' on It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on
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