Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry my self to sleep.

You showed me how this town can shat ter dreams.

An oth er les son ’bout a na ive fool that (E)came to Bab y lon,

If I and found out that the pie don’t taste so sweet.

(F#m7)Now it’s

gui tars,

Cad il lacs,

hill bil ly mu sic and lone ly, lone ly streets that I call home.

(F#m7)Yeah, my

gui tars,

Cad il lacs,

hill bil ly mu sic is the on ly thing that keeps me hang in’ on.

There ain’t no glam our in this tin seled land of lost and wast ed lives

and pain ful scars are all that’s left of me.

An oth But thank you, girl, for teach ing me brand (E)new ways to be cruel.

If I can find my mind, now I guess I’ll just leave.

(F#m7)And it’s

gui tars,

Cad il lacs,

hill bil ly mu sic and lone ly, lone ly streets that I call home.

(F#m7)Yeah, my

gui tars,

Cad il lacs,

hill bil ly mu sic is the on ly thing that keeps me hang in’ on.

There ain’t no glam

(F#m7)And it’s

(F#m7)It’s the (E)on ly thing that keeps me hang in’ on.

(F#m7)It’s the (E)on ly thing that keeps me hang in’ on.