I don't blame it on you

Verse 1]
You can blame it on the whiskey,
blame it on the cocaine too,
blame it on me,
but don’t blame it on you.
Blame it on the pills and the A.D.D.,
blame it on the dope and methamphetamine,
but whatever you do,
honey, don’t blame it on you.


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[Verse 2]
Blame it on the women, every time I cheat,
blame it on the booze from the bar down the street.
Blame it on the jukebox playin’ “Folsom prison Blues,”
on the smoke in my eyes and the worn-out boots.
Blame it on the nights when the money ran thin,
and the same ol’ song pulled me back again.
Blame it on the cards and the bottle too—
’cause I never learned nothin’ from blaming you.


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Guitar Solo #1 – twangy telecaster lick, 8 bars


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[Chorus]
’Cause I’m a hard-luck sinner with a neon soul,
playin’ with fire just to feel control.
I know I’m wrong, but it feels brand new,
so I’ll blame the world before I blame you.


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[Verse 3]
Blame it on the preacher, he said I’d be saved,
but I lost my faith somewhere on the way.
Blame it on the bottle and the songs I choose,
chasin’ ghosts in these worn-out boots.


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 Guitar Solo #2 – slide guitar, long and soulful, 16 bars


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[Bridge]
Blame it on the thunder, blame it on the rain,
blame it on the voices callin’ my name.
Every time I swear I’ll see it through—
I just end up doin’ what outlaws do.


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[Chorus (reprise)]
Yeah, I’m a bar-stool poet with a broken tune,
singin’ my sins ’neath the blood-red moon.
If you ever wonder why I do what I do,
well, baby, I’ll blame it on everything but you.


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Outro –[ Guitar solo outro

[Final Line – soft, smoky vocal & acoustic only]
So don’t blame it on love… just blame it on me and the booze

male, outlaw country, gritty bar room