Guitars Cadillacs

A   E   F#   G#


[Verse 1]

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


[Chorus 1]

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



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[Break 1]

A   E   A   E   F#   G#  (x2)

guitar solo 1st time, fiddle solo 
second time.


[Verse 2]

               A              
There ain't no glamour in this 
                E
tinsel land of lost and wasted 
lives;
And painful scars are all that's 
        A           E
left of me.
         A                         
Ought to thank you girl for 
           E
teaching me brand new ways to be 
cruel
         E                 E7     
If I can find my mind, now I guess
           A            E   F#   G#
 I'll just leave.         And its


[Chorus 2]

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


[Break 2]

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



[Chorus 3]

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