Richard Bryant

When you pass me on the street

And someone's heart falls at your feet

You can blame it all on me

If you hear whistling in the dark

When you can't find a place to park

You can blame it all on me

When you're down by the river or the creek

And you can't quit your losing streak

You can blame it all on me

You can blame it all on me

Early in his warning he'll be giving you the morning

To find his misplaced blue suede shoes

Blame it all on me

Scratching on his fiddle don't you hate him just a little

When he calls your name at night

Blame it all on me

You can blame it all on me

When you're lying in his bed

Wond'ring if you're better off dead

You can blame it all on me

When we're all dead and buried in the ground

And you think you hear that digging sound

You can blame it all on me

You'd never think to blame yourself

As long as there was someone else

You can blame it all on -me

You can blame it all on me