Текст песни Guitars, Cadillacs - Dwight Yoakam

Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep
You showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon
And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet

Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on

There ain't no glamour in this tinselled land of lost and wasted lives
And painful scars are all that's left of me
Oh, 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 it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on

Oh, it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on

It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on