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