Blame It All On Country Music

Spend the whole night drinkin' to it

Blowin' smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

Daddy won tickets to see 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 met daddy singin' 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 blacktop ends

And all my rowdy friends ain't settled down yet

We stay turned up like the radio

It's all that we know

Spend the whole night drinkin' to it

Blowin' 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

Yeah, I'm a second-generation George Strait junkie

Sixteen, took a six-string to Southern Kentucky

Was singin' songs for my dinner and a bucket of money

I got addicted when the picking started gettin' 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 drinkin' to it

Blowin' smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault, blame it all on

Honky-tonk bars, Music City

Gibson guitars, that's what gets me

Run the tip jar, shoot the whiskey

When it's all gone, blame it all on country music

Country music

(Country music)

Let's get to pickin' and grinning, we got a crowd of believers

Hell, it started in a church, now it's filling arenas

(Country music)

It's a hell of a livin' that only country could teach us

Man, I wish that Hank and Johnny could see us

Spend the whole night drinkin' to it

Blowin' 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 drinkin' to it

Blowin' smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault, blame it all on

Honky-tonk bars, Music City

Gibson guitars, that's what gets me

Run the tip jar, shoot the whiskey

'Til it's last call, sing along, y'all

It ain't our fault, blame it all on

Country music

Yeah