Intro E | E | E | | A | A | Verse 1 A E Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep; E A showed me how this town can shatter dreams. A E Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon E A EF# G# And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet, now it's Chorus A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E A EF# G# And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, E A It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on. Solo ||: A | A | E | E || E | E | A | A :|| x2 Verse 2 A E There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives; E A And painful scars are all that's left of me. A E Ahh but thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel E A E-F#-G#| If I can find my mind, then I guess I'll just leave. And its Chorus A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E A EF# G# And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, E A It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on. Solo ||: A | A | E | E || E | E | A | A :|| x2 Chorus A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music E A EF# G# And lonely lonely streets that I call home. Yeah, my A E Guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music, E A F# It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on. Turnaround E E A A-G#-F# It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on. E E A | A | A | A | It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on ooh on.