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Dwight Yoakam Guitars Cadillacs Etc

I watch as you take off your clothes and slip under the sheets Then I turn and kick the boots off my feet I pull you close without a word 'cause there

Chorus: Bury me along the big sandy Down in the blue gray mountains Rest my soul in those hills of coal Until this old earth does tremble Now don't

Miner's Prayer is dedicated to the memory of Luther Tibbs. A Kentucky coal miner for 40 years, and my Grandpa. When the whistle blows each morning And

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

(D. Yoakam) Chorus: It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey