She worries about me when I leave ‘til I’m back home. Cause there’s down time for killin’, there’s whiskey and women that’s just right for fillin’ a need. Oh, she’s in no danger there no room for a stranger in the arms of a cowboy like me.
You’re looking for reasons, there ain’t no need, you can blame it on me.
Blame it on me, I was the one acting like real life was some old love song; I held you too close, I couldn’t let go, you can’t lose your cool these days, I know. So I’ll go on home and you can feel free to blame it on me.