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