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 I 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,
Is the only thing that keeps me holding on.
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