Guitars, Cadillacs chords

Em _ _ _ _ _ _ C#m _ _ .
_ E _ _ _ D _ A _ _ _ .
Girl, you thought me had hurt real E bad, cried myself to G sleep.
E Show me how they have A shattered dreams.
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Another lesson about a naive E fool who came to Babylon.
and found out that pie don't A taste so B sweet.
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F# A Now his guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll fill them music.
Lonely, lonely creature A I call home.
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A Yeah, my guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll fill them music.
The only thing that keeps me A hangin' on.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ D _ Am _ .
_ A _ _ _ _ E _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ A _ _ Am.
There A ain't no glamour in the tinsel E land,.
lost and wasted and last.
The drink of scars all A left me.
A _ .
I want to thank you, girl, for teaching E me.
brand new ways to be cruel.
I'm fine with mine now, I guess A I'll just B leave.
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F#m A And his guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll fill them music.
Lonely, lonely creature A I call home.
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A Yeah, my guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll fill them music.
The only thing that keeps me A hangin' on.
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A Oh, his _ guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll C#m fill them E music.
Lonely, lonely creature A I call home.
_ .
A Yeah, my guitar's E Cadillacs, he'll fill them music.
The only thing that keeps me A hangin' on.
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E The only thing that keeps me A hangin' on.
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G#m E It's the only thing that keeps me A hangin' on.
Oh.
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