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 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've been led 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 And 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 Were hard-core country inside and out 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've been led Blame me 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've been led Blame me Blame me Blame me, yeah © SONGS OF BUD DOG; MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com