Guitars Cadillacs
Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
The only thing that keeps me hangin' on

Boy you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep
And showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool who came to Babylon
And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet

Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
The only thing that keeps me hangin' on

Well there ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives
Painful scars are all that's left of me
Oh, but thank you boy for teachin' me brand new ways to be cruel
If I can find my mind now I guess I'll just leave

And it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
The only thing that keeps me hangin' on
The only thing that keeps me
Yeah it's the only thing that keeps me
The only thing that keeps me hangin' on