Blame Me

She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped
Her bumper-sticker says, "I hate hip-hop"
With a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all"
And her hands ain't afraid of dirtHe's proud of his old truck
He spray painted over dents and rust
The motor smokes, it's got four bald tires
But the radio worksRaised on the Good Book and our country songs
Ridin' down back roads singin' alongSo blame me for the way they are
Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for their cowboy hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racksIf you wanna point a finger at somebody
For the way they've been led
Blame meThey were kids when Hag and me came to town
All eyes and ears, look at 'em now
Center stage on the Grand Ole Opry
On a Saturday nightAnd sing of fishin' and the Lord above
Fallin' in and out of love
From Aunt Bea to Uncle Sam
And that American PieFrom big cities to the little towns
Were hard-core country inside and outSo blame me for the way they are
Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for their cowboy hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racksIf you wanna point a finger at somebody
For the way they've been led
Blame meBlame me for the way they are
Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for their cowboy hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racksIf you wanna point a finger at somebody
For the way they've been led
Blame meBlame me
Blame me, yeah