Blame Me

She's pony-tailed, and she's halter-topped

Her bumber sticker says "I hate hip-hop"

With a southern drawl, she says howdy y'all

And her hands ain't afraid of dirt

He's proud of his old truck

He spray painted over dnets and rust

The moto smokes, it's got four bald tires, but the radio works

Raised ont he good book, and out country songs

Ride down back roads singing along

[Chorus:]So blame me for the way the 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 they way they believe

Blame me

They were kids when Hag and me came to town

All eyes and ears, look at 'em now

Cneter stage on the Grand Ole Opry on a Saturday night

Sing about fishin' and the Lord above

Fallin' in and out of love

From Aunt Bea to Uncle Sam and the American pie

From big cities to little towns

We're hard core country inside and out