Dwight Yoakam

^A Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad
And ^E cry myself to sleep
And showed me how this town can shatter ^A dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool
Who ^E came to Babylon
And found out that the pie
Don't taste so ^A sweet
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^A Now it's guitars, cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call ^A home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, ^E hillbilly music
The only things that keep me hangin' ^A on
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^A Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land
Of ^E lost and wasted lives
Painful scars are all that's left of ^A me
I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me
Brand ^E new ways to be cruel
Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just ^A leave
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