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
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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