A Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry E myself to sleep;
E You showed me how this town can shatter dreams. E
A Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that E came to Babylon
E E7 A | E-F#m7-E7/G#|
And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet, now it's
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A Guitars, Cadillacs, E hillbilly music
E And lonely lonely streets that I call hom A e.
E F#m Yeah, E7/G# my A guitars, Cadillacs, E hillbilly music,
E Is the only thing that keep E7 s 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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Dwight Yoakam
