Blame It On Me

I got my ice chest sitting by my feet Watching all the girls go down the street You asked me why my eyes are so bloodshot red Because I'm thinking about all the money I never made The claiming that I'm making too much noise But I'm just sitting out here drinking with the boys They tell me that I've been saying some vulgar words But I know it ain't nothing they haven't heard You can blame it on me blame it on me But don't cut down my Sycamore tree Some people say I'm the coolest guy in town And when it's time to party I sure know how to get down Other say I party just a little too hard That's the people I try hard to avoid I don't really care what people say Because no matter what you do they're going to talk anyway I must say sometimes it gets out of hand But what I'm going through most people won't understand You can blame it on me blame it on me But don't cut down my Sycamore tree Blame it on me blame it on me Blame it on me blame it on me