Girl

you

taught

me

how

to

hurt

real

bad

and

cry

my-

self

to

sleep

And

showed

me

how

this

town

can

shat-

ter

dreams

A-

no-

ther

less-

on

'bout

a

na-

ive

fool

who

came

to

Ba-

by-

lon

And

found

out

that

the

pie

don't

taste

so

sweet

Now

it's

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

Lone-

ly,

lone-

ly

streets

that

I

call

home

Yeah,

my

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

that

keeps

me

han-

gin

'on

Ain't

no

gla-

mour

in

this

tinse-

led

land

of

lost

and

was-

ted

lives

Pain-

ful

scars

are

all

that's

left

of

me

Oh,

but

thank

you

girl

for

tea-

chin'

me

brand

new

ways

to

be

cruel

If

I

can

find

my

mind

now

I

guess

I'll

just

leave

And

it's

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

Lone-

ly,

lone-

ly

streets

that

I

call

home

Yeah,

my

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

that

keeps

me

han-

gin

'on

Oh

it's

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

Lone-

ly,

lone-

ly

streets

that

I

call

home

Yeah,

my

guit-

ars,

Ca-

dil-

lacs,

hill-

bi-

lly

mu-

sic

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

that

keeps

me

han-

gin

'on

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

that

keeps

me

han-

gin

'on

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

that

keeps

me

han-

gin

'on