Guitars Cadillacs

A   E   F#   G#


[Verse 1]

          A                                  E
Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep;
                                           A           E
You  showed me how this  town can shatter  dreams.
        A                              E
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon
                   E7                 A            E   F#   G#
And found that the pie don't taste so sweet,     now  it's


[Chorus 1]

A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                                       A            E   F#   G#
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home.         Yeah, my
A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                       E7               A          E   F#   G#
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on.



[Break 1]

A   E   A   E   F#   G#  (x2)

guitar solo 1st time, fiddle solo second time.


[Verse 2]

               A                              E
There ain't no glamour in this tinsel land of lost and wasted lives;
                                         A           E
And painful scars are all that's left of me.
         A                                    E
Ought to thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
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If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just leave.         And its


[Chorus 2]

A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                                       A            E   F#   G#
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home.         Yeah, my
A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                       E7               A          E   F#   G#
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on.


[Break 2]

           A         E                    A       E   F#   G#
           A         E                    A       E   F#   G#
   Guitar solo 1st time, fiddle solo second time    Aw its



[Chorus 3]

A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                                       A            E   F#   G#
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home.         Yeah, my
A                       E
   Guitars, Cadillacs,   hillbilly music
                       E7               A          A   G#   F#
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on.
                       E7               A          A   G#   F#
Is the only thing that keeps me holding on.
                       E7               A                    hold
Is the only thing that keeps me holding on,     o-oo  --  ooon