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Sender: "TPLBA" <TPLBA@aol.com>
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Date: Mon, 01 Aug 94 02:35:53 EDT
Subject: Yoakam,Dwight; Guitars, Cadillacs

Guitars, Cadillacs
Dwight Yoakam

A                                               E
Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep;
E                                              E
You showed me how this town can shatter dreams.
A                                      E
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool that came to Babylon
E                          E7                    A | E-F#m7-E7/G#| 
And I found out that the pie don't taste so sweet,     now  it's

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

2nd Verse
There ain't no glamour in our tinseled land of lost and wasted lives;
And painful scars are all that's left of me.
But thank you girl for teaching me  brand new ways to be cruel
If I can find my mind, now I guess I'll just leave. And its

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