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Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs lyrics
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 CHORUS Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music Lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music The only things that keep me hangin' on (Instrumental) 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 (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Chorus) |
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