Blame Texas

Intro 
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If I chase my tequila with an ice cold beer 

Blame Texas. 
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If I swear there ain't no better place to here 
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Blame Texas. 

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If you think I say a few words wrong 
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And find a way to put a fiddle in every song 
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If I take George Strait over Elvis 
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Blame Texas 
 

 
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But if you wonder why she packed all her things 
         G                      Em 
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State, 
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Yeah, I messed up a good thing again 
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Guess I just can't help it 

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She loved the wide open skies 
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No, she didn't want to leave 
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Did her wrong, now she's gone 
         Em 
And it's all on me 

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Comin' back, no she ain't 
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Wish I could, but I can't 
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Blame Texas 
 

 
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If I got a little outlaw in my blood 

Blame Texas 
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If all my settle downs are out on the road 
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Blame Texas 

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If you always see me out in my cowboy hat 
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A little red on my neck and some sweat on my back 
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If I ain't the kinda mess to mess with 
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Blame Texas 
 

 
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So if you wonder why she packed all her things 
         G                      Em 
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State, 
         C                        D 
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again 
                    G      G 
Guess I just can't help it 

               C 
She loved the wide open skies 
         D 
No, she didn't want to leave 
         G                D 
Did her wrong, now she's gone 
         Em 
And it's all on me 

        Am 
Comin' back, no she ain't 
        D 
Wish I could, but I can't 
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Blame Texas 


{Instrumental} 
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{Break} 
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I like a Shiner Bock longneck and Sunday Cowboy football 
           C          Am 
And I can hold my own on a pissed off bull 
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But I can't hold onto a woman at all 
 

 
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If you wonder why she packed all her things 
         G                      Em 
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State, 
         C                        D 
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again 
                    G      G 
Guess I just can't help it 

               C 
She loved the wide open skies 
         D 
No, she didn't want to leave 
         G                D 
Did her wrong, now she's gone 
         Em 
And it's all on me 

        Am 
Comin' back, no she ain't 
        D 
Wish I could, but I can't 
       G      G 
Blame Texas 

        Am 
Comin' back, no she ain't 
        D 
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas 
 

Outro 
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God bless Texas