Intro
C G A B
Verse 1
Girl, you C taught me how to hurt real bad and G cry myself to sleep;
You showed me how this town can shatter C dreams. G
Another C lesson 'bout a naive fool that G came to Babylon
And found out that the G7 pie don't taste so C sweet, G A now B it's
Chorus 1
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call C home. G A Yeah, B my
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
Is the only thing that G7 keeps me hanging C on.
Instrumental
C G C G A B x2
Verse 2
There ain't no C glamour in this tinsel land of G lost and wasted lives;
And painful scars are all that's left of C me. G
Ought to C thank you girl for teaching me brand G new ways to be cruel
If I can G find my mind, now G7 I guess I'll just C leave. G A And B it's
Chorus 2
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call C home. G A Yeah, B my
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
Is the only thing that G7 keeps me hanging C on. G A B
Instrumental
C G C G A B
C G C G A B Aw, it's
Chorus 3
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call C home. G A Yeah, B my
C Guitars, Cadillacs, G hillbilly music
Is the only thing that G7 keeps me hanging C on. C B A
Outro
The only thing that G7 keeps me hanging C on.C B A
It's the only thing that G7 keeps me hanging C on, o-oo - ooon C