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*]