Guitars, Cadillacs Dwight Yoakam Intro: A A Verse 1: A E7 Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep; E7 A You showed me how this town can shatter dreams. A E7 Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon E7 A And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet ... now it's |Chorus: |A E7 | Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |E7 A | And lonely lonely streets that I call home. | A E7 | Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, |[E7] The only thing that keeps me holding [A] on. [Instrumental + Kazoo] [A] [A] [E7] [E7] [E7] [E7][A] Verse 2: [A] Ain't no glamour in our tinseled land of [E7] lost and wasted lives; And painful scars are all that's left of [A] me. But thank you girl for teaching me brand [E7] new ways to be cruel If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just [A] leave ... and its |Chorus: x2 |A E7 | Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music |E7 A | And lonely lonely streets that I call home. | A E7 | Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, |[E7] The only thing that keeps me holding [A] on. Outro: [E7] The only thing that keeps me holding [A] on [E7] The only thing that keeps me holding [A] on [E7] The only thing that keeps me holding [A] on [E7*] [A*]