Intro: 4 measure solo guitar, then A / E /F# /Ab A E Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep; A / E / / You showed me how this town can shatter dreams. A E Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon E7 A / E /F# /Ab And found that the pie don't taste so sweet, now it's A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music A / E /F# /Ab And lonely, lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E7 A / E /F# /Ab Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on. A E A / E /F# /Ab - 2xs Guitar solo 1st time, fiddle solo second time. A E There ain't no glamour in this tinsel land of lost and wasted lives; A / E / / And painful scars are all that's left of me. A E Ought to thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel E E7 A / E /F# /Ab If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just leave. And its A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music A / E /F# /Ab And lonely, lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E7 A / E /F# /Ab Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on. A E A / E /F# /Ab A E A / E /F# /Ab Guitar solo 1st time, fiddle solo second time Aw its A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music A / E /F# /Ab And lonely, lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E7 A / A /Ab /F# Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on. E7 A / A /Ab /F# Is the only thing that keeps me holding on. E7 A hold Is the only thing that keeps me holding on, o-oo -- ooon