And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs
, can you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac
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 Yea, my guitars, cadillacs
Перевод: Yoakam Дуайта. Гитары, Кадиллаки.
night, can you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac
the guy a meat bone, put him on a train That's the way it should end Living on the outskirts, 40 miles away Where the lonely road ends Where The guitar
: Saturday I love you like gold Not like the monday, you passed like a ghost The fire killed you like a motherless child I saw you at sunday at Barbara
: It?s good to be here, long time no see my dear I took the run out to the road to find a way But the loneliness broke into tears I believe I was wrong
: Counting all the assholes in the room Well I?m definitely not alone, well I?m not alone You?re a lier, you?re a cheater, you?re fool Well that?s just
head Another day was born and rising and on the stool the boy was trying To earn a coin for his mother, and hoping That freedom will lead her away Mr. Cadillac
: Here I sit at Mary Ann?s place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I?m here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow
: One lucky bastard finds it?s way for picking up a brand new fire rose All the days of wine and pitiful lie, the pitiful rhymes were all a long time
: I?ve sung the blues for every broken heart in here Time to light up this joint with some boogie woogie feelings move your hips I?ve too felt love and
: Driving the highway with nothing to do Future fading away The stereo is pumping Metallica tunes Ride the lightning, oh yeah The car might be stolen
the dawn And the four men starts to open every case And people wonder When they pull out their instruments and play Dear people we are the guitar gangsters
: [Instrumental]
: [Bonus Track] Making believe, That you still love me. It's leaving me Alone and so blue. I'll always dream, but I'll never own you. Making believe
