I'll Be Gone - 45 Version

Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad

and cry myself to sleep

You showed me how this town can shatter dreams

Another lesson about a naive fool that 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

Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on

There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives

And painful scars are all that's left of me

Oh 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 it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music

Lonely, lonely streets that I call home

Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music

Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on

Oh it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music

Lonely, lonely streets that I call home

Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music

Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on

It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on

It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on.