Blame It All On Country Music

Spend the whole night drinking to it Blowing smoke like Willie grew it I'd take the credit but the truth Daddy won tickets to some Tim McGraw Lucky number seven on an FM call Bought a cold beer can for a front row queen She came for the band but left in his Jeep Mama, me, daddy singing Tim McGraw (Tim McGraw) Learned my first words from the radio Took my first steps down a red dirt road I grew up raisin' hell where the black top ends And all my rowdy friends ain't settled down yet We stay turned up like the radio It's all that we know, spent the whole night drinking to it Blowing smoke like Willie grew it I'd take the credit, but the truth is It ain't my fault, blame it all on country music (country music) Yeah, I'm a second generation George Strait junkie 16, took a six-string to Southern Kentucky Was singing songs for my dinner and a bucket of money I got addicted when the pickin' started getting me lucky I got a long hair, rock 'n' roll reputation Hop on this train 'fore it leaves the station Love it or hate it, you're gonna know what my name is The lights are comin' on and people are waitin' To spend the whole night drinking to it Blowing smoke like Willie grew it I take the credit, but the truth is It ain't my fault, blame it all on honky-toned bars Music City, Gibson guitars, that's what gets me Run for tip jar, share the whiskey When it's all gone, blame it all on country music Country music (Country music) Let's get to picking and grinning We got a crowd of believers Hell, it started in a church, now it's filling arena Country music It's a hell of a living that only country could teach us Damn, I wish that Hank and Johnny could see us Spend the whole night drinking to it Blowing smoke like Willie grew it I'd take the credit, but the truth is It ain't my fault that I'm long gone Spend the whole night drinking to it Blowing smoke like Willie grew it I'd take the credit, but the truth is It ain't my fault, blame it all on honky-toned bars Music City, Gibson guitars, that's what gets me Run for tip jar, share the whiskey 'Til its last call, sing along y'all It ain't our fault, blame it all on Country music Yeah