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To: guitar@nevada.edu
Date: Mon, 01 Aug 94 02:35:53 EDT
Subject: Yoakam,Dwight; Guitars, Cadillacs

Guitars, Cadillacs
Dwight Yoakam

A (x02220@1)                                             EGirl, (022100@1)you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep;
E (022100@1)                                            EYou (022100@1)showed me how this town can shatter dreams.
A (x02220@1)                                    EAnother (022100@1)lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon
E (022100@1)                        E7 (020130@1)                  A| (x02220@1)E-F#m7-E7/G#|
And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet,     now  it's

CHORUS
A (x02220@1)                  E (022100@1)Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
E (022100@1)                                      AAnd (x02220@1)lonely lonely streets that I call home.
E (022100@1)F#m (244222@1) E7/G#  A (x02220@1)                E (022100@1)  Yeah, my     guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music,
E (022100@1)                        E7Is (020130@1)the only thing that keeps me holding on.

2nd Verse
There ain't no glamour in our tinseled land of lost and wasted lives;
And painful scars are all that's left of me.
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 its

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