Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Editing Engineer
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you get a little dirt on your new boots
If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze
If them school boys ain't got no luck 'cause you start turnin' your nose up
At them downtown lights 'cause they ain't your kind of view
I hope the next boy that falls for ya don't blame you
[Verse 2]
If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Baby, blame it on me
Baby, blame it on me
[Verse 3]
If your friends start asking you what's going on
'Cause all you wanna hear is them country songs
If you start takin' gravel roads and stopping off at Texacos
And you wanna watch the full moon all night long, it's my fault
[Verse 4]
If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Baby, blame it on me
Baby, blame it on me
[Verse 5]
Forgive me if I set the bar too high
With a 6 pack and a bass boat fishtail slide
If them weekend boys get boring, I don't mean to wreck it for ya
Yeah, it's my bad girl if you had the time of your life
It's all right
[Verse 6]
If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Baby, blame it on me
Baby, blame it on me
[Verse 7]
Baby, blame it on me
Aw blame it on, aw blame it on
Baby, blame it on me
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Ryan Vojtesak, Ernest Keith Smith
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