| Song | Guitars, Cadillacs |
| Artist | Dwight Yoakam |
| Album | Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Yoakam | |
| (d. yoakam) | |
| 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 about a naive fool that came to babylon | |
| And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now it's guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| There ain't no glamor in this 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 | |
| And if i can find my mind now, i guess i'll just leave | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it's guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on |
| zuo ci : Yoakam | |
| d. yoakam | |
| 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 about a naive fool that came to babylon | |
| And found out that the pie don' t taste so sweet | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now it' s guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| There ain' t no glamor in this 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 | |
| And if i can find my mind now, i guess i' ll just leave | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it' s guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It' s the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It' s the only thing that keeps me hanging on |
| zuò cí : Yoakam | |
| d. yoakam | |
| 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 about a naive fool that came to babylon | |
| And found out that the pie don' t taste so sweet | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now it' s guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| There ain' t no glamor in this 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 | |
| And if i can find my mind now, i guess i' ll just leave | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it' s guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| And lonely, lonely streets that i call home | |
| Yeah my guitars, cadillacs and hillbilly music | |
| Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It' s the only thing that keeps me hanging on | |
| It' s the only thing that keeps me hanging on |