Blame It On Cain

[G]Once upon a time, I had a little money.

Government burglars took it long before I could mail it to you.
Still you are the [C7]only one.
Now, I can't let it slip away.[G]
So if the m[D]an with the ticker tape, he tries to take it,
[D7]Well, this is what I'm gonna s[G]ay:

Blame it on C[Em7]ain.  Don't blame it on [G]me.
Oh, oh, oh, it's[C] nobody's fault[D], but we n[C]eed somebody to b[G]urn.

Well, if I was a saint with a silver cup
And the money got low, we could always heat it up or trade it in.
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band, coast to coast, hand in hand.
[D7]Better or worse, curse for curse, don't be disatisfied[C].
So, you're n[D]ot satisfied[G].
Blame it on [Em7]Cain.  Don't blame it on [G]me.
Oh, oh, oh, it's[C] nobody's fault[D],
But we n[C]eed somebody to burn[G].

I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town.
I think I'm goin' insane from talking to myself for so long.
Oh, but I never been accused.
When they step upon your face, you wear that good luck grin.
I gotta br[D7]eak out one weekend if I do somebody in.

But ev'ry single time I feel a little stronger,
They t[C]ell me it's a crime.  Well h[D]ow much longer?
Blame it on [Em7]Cain.  Don't blame it on me[G].
Oh, oh, oh, it's[C] nobody's fault[D],
But we n[C]eed somebody to burn[G].
Blame it on C[Em7]ain.  Don't blame it on me[G].
Oh, oh, oh, it's[C] nobody's fault[D].
But it j[C]ust seems to be his t[G]urn.

Subject: CRD: ELVIS COSTELLO ///// BLAME IT ON CAIN

 [G]  [Em7]   [C]  [F]  [C]  [G]  [Em7]  [C]  [F]  [C]

N[C]ow ev[G]erybody's breakin' up somebod[C]y else's home,    [G]

b[C]efore somebody else sta[G]rts breaking up their own.

I[C] get you[G] in my dreams.

Y[C]ou should he[G]ar the things you say.

I[C]t's not t[G]hat it's so much fun,

b[Am7]ut it's safe[G]r th[F]at [F#]way.

S[G]neaky feeling, s[C]neaky fee[G]lings,

y[Am7]ou can't let those kind of feeling show.

I[G]'d like to get right through[C] the way I [G]feel for you,

b[Am7]ut I've still got a long way [G]to g[Em7]o.

W[C]hy don't w[G]e call it a day, and we can[C] both confess.[G]

Y[C]ou can forc[G]e me to use a little tenderness.

W[C]hite li[G]es, ali[C]bis,[G] anyth[C]ing but say that it's true.      [G]

N[C]ow we could sit lik[G]e lovers, staring[C] in each other's eyes,[G]

b[Am7]ut the magic of the moment mi[D]ght become too much for [G]you.

 [G] Sneaky feelings, sn[C]eaky fee[G]lings,

y[Am7]ou can't let those kind of feeling show.

I[G]'d like to get right through [C]the way I  [G]feel for you,

B[Am7]ut I still got a long way to[G] go, Oh[Am7] I still got a long way to g[G]o . .