Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 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,

  (STOP, FILL )

And her hands ain't afraid of dirt.

 He'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 works.

 Raised on the Good Book and our country songs,

 Ridin' down back roads singin' along

 So 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 racks.

 If you wanna point a finger at somebody,

 for the way they beleive , Blame me.

 They 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 night.

 Sing of fishin' and the Lord above,

Fallin' in and out of love.

From Aunt Bea to Uncle Sam,

 And that American Pie.

 From big cities to the little towns

 We're hard-core country inside and out.

(CHORUS)

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(INTRO OVER THE LAST BLAME ME'S)

Blame me.

Blame me.

Blame me, yeah.