[Intro]
E | E | E | | A | A |
[Verse 1]
Girl, you t[A]aught me how to hurt real bad and c[E]ry myself to sleep;
s[E]howed me how this town can shatter d[A]reams.
Another l[A]esson 'bout a naive fool that c[E]ame to Babylon
And fou[E]nd out that the pie don't taste so s[A]weet, [E] [F#]now[G#] it's
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.
[Solo]
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[Verse 2]
There ain't no g[A]lamour in this tinseled land of [E]lost and wasted lives;
And p[E]ainful scars are all that's left of [A]me.
Ahh but t[A]hank you girl for teaching me brand n[E]ew ways to be cruel
E A E-F#-G#|
If I can find my mind, then I guess I'll just leave. And its
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.
[Solo]
||: A | A | E | E || E | E | A | A :|| x2
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.[G#][F#]
[Turnaround]
[E] It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.[A-G#-F#]
E E A | A | A | A |
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on ooh on.
E | E | E | | A | A |
[Verse 1]
Girl, you t[A]aught me how to hurt real bad and c[E]ry myself to sleep;
s[E]howed me how this town can shatter d[A]reams.
Another l[A]esson 'bout a naive fool that c[E]ame to Babylon
And fou[E]nd out that the pie don't taste so s[A]weet, [E] [F#]now[G#] it's
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.
[Solo]
||: A | A | E | E || E | E | A | A :|| x2
[Verse 2]
There ain't no g[A]lamour in this tinseled land of [E]lost and wasted lives;
And p[E]ainful scars are all that's left of [A]me.
Ahh but t[A]hank you girl for teaching me brand n[E]ew ways to be cruel
E A E-F#-G#|
If I can find my mind, then I guess I'll just leave. And its
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.
[Solo]
||: A | A | E | E || E | E | A | A :|| x2
[Chorus]
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music
And l[E]onely lonely streets that I call h[A]ome. [E] [F#]Yea[G#]h, my
[A] Guitars, Cadillacs, [E] hillbilly music,
It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.[G#][F#]
[Turnaround]
[E] It's the o[E]nly thing that keeps me hangin' o[A]n.[A-G#-F#]
E E A | A | A | A |
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on ooh on.
