I remember when we first met
You were barely 17
We got caught smoking cigarettes
Out on the front porch swing
We would dance all night long
And drink 'til the break of dawn
Until your Mama caught you messing with me
And said, "Girl he's gonna treat ya wrong!"
I was a little bit older
And always on the run
And I would sneak you out after class
And show you how to have some fun
Well, I was bad for you
You were too good for me
Until they caught us under the bleachers
Your dad called the law on me
Well you can blame it on Texas
You can blame it on the weed
You can blame it on Waylon
'Cause that's all you need
You can blame it on the moon
You can blame it on the stars
You can blame it on
How it felt in the backseat of your car
Or you can blame it on me!
You can blame it on me!
Now that we're all grown up
I've asked you to be my wife
Your Daddy still can't stand the sight of me
Taking you home at night
And now your Mama's cryin' loud
And she's begging you to leave
It's too bad Mama, your baby girl
Is coming home to stay with me
Well you can blame it on Texas
You can blame it on the weed
You can blame it on Waylon
'Cause that's all you need
You can blame it on the moon
You can blame it on the stars
You can blame it on
How it felt in the backseat of your car
Or you can blame it on me!
Well you can blame it on Texas
You can blame it on the weed
You can blame it on Waylon
'Cause that's all you need
You can blame it on the moon
You can blame it on the stars
You can blame it on
How it felt in the backseat of your car
Or you can blame it on me!
You can blame it on me
Well you can blame it on Texas
You can blame it on the weed
You can blame it on Waylon
'Cause that's all you need
Or you can blame it on me!
YOU CAN BLAME IT ON ME!