Blame California With her bleached blonde hair Her forty foot distractions Spewing smog everywhere. It was her and what she became I'm not the one to blame.
Blame February With her black ice heart You feel like she's finished Before she even starts. How could I know she'd snuff out my flame I'm not the one to blame
Blame the moon and stars And their ever changing ways If you catch them in the daylight They won't have much to say. I took a shot but had bad aim And I'm not the one to blame.
Blame Tristan And the poets' lies Their passions and rhymes Are just suffering in diguise Who really knows love's real name? I'm not the one to blame.
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Original tune. Morgan Monroe MV-01 recorded with a Zoom H4n. I wrote this on Tuesday of this week and recorded it yesterday.
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