Girl, 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
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Now it’s guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
The only things that keep me hangin’ on