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