Blame Me
Craig MorganVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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,
(STOP, FILL )
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 beleive , 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.
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
We're hard-core country inside and out.
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
(INTRO OVER THE LAST BLAME ME'S)
Blame me.
Blame me.
Blame me, yeah.
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Readable chord sheet for Blame Me by Craig Morgan
[G] [Am7] [C/B] [Bb] [A5] [G5] [F5] [G]
Sh[G]e's pony-tailed an' s[Am7]he's halter topped
H[C/B]er bumper-sticker says I [Bb]hat[A5]e hip[G5]-ho[F5]p. [G]
[G]With a southern drawl, she says How[Am7]dy, y'all,
[C/B] [C](STOP, FILL )
And her hands ain't afraid of dirt.
He[G]'s proud of hi[Am7]s old truck
He sp[C/B]ray painted over[Bb] de[A5]nts[G5] and[F5] rus[G]t.
The m[G]otor smokes, it's got f[Am7]our bald tires,
But the r[C]adio works.
R[D]aised on the Good Book and our co[Am7]untry songs,
R[C]idin' down back roads si[D]ngin' along
So blame [G]me for the w[Am7]ay they are,
Their l[Bb]ove of the fiddle and the s[C]teel guitar.
Blame [G]me for their co[Am7]wboy hats,
R[C]oper boots, Wrangler jeans, and r[Bb]ifle racks.
If you w[A5]anna point a f[B]inger at so[C]mebody,
for the [C#]way they be[D]leive , Blame [G]me.
T[G]hey were kids when Hag and m[Am7]e came to town
A[C/B]ll eyes and ears: loo[C]k at 'em now.
C[G]enter stage on the G[Am7]rand Ole Opry,
On a Sa[C]turday night.
S[G]ing of fishin' and the L[Am7]ord above,
[C/B]Fallin' in and o[C]ut [Bb]of love.
[G]From Aunt Bea to U[Am7]ncle Sam,
And that Am[C]erican Pie.
From b[D]ig cities to the li[Am7]ttle towns
We're h[C]ard-core country in[D]side and out.
(CHORUS)
[G] [Am7] [C/B] [C] [Em] [D] [C] [B] [Bb] [F5] [G]
(CHORUS)
(INTRO OVER THE LAST BLAME ME'S)
Blame me.
Blame me.
Blame me, yeah.