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

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Chorus
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        A                   E
Oh its guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music.
                                   A  
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home.
                           E 
Oh its guitars, cadillacs, and hillbilly music
                                         A
Its the only thing that keeps me hanging on.


A                                             E
There ain't no glamour in this tinsel land of lost and wasted lives
                                        A
And painful scars are all thats left of me.
                                             E  
Oughta thank you girl, for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
                                          A
I've found them out now I guess I'll just leave.


        E                                A 
Its the only thing that keeps me hanging on (x2)