Spend the whole night drinking to it
Blowing smoke like Willie grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
Daddy won't take us to some Tim McGraw
Love the number seven on an FM car
Bought a cold beer can for a front row queen
She came for the band but left in his Jeep
Mama met Daddy singing Tim McGraw
Learned my first words from the radio
Took my first steps down a red dirt road
I grew up raising hell with the black tie pins
And all my ratted friends ain't settled down yet
But stay turned up like the radio
It's all that we know
Spend the whole night drinking to it
Blowing smoke like Willie grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
It ain't my fault, blame it all on country music
Yeah, I'm a second generation George Strait junkie
Sixteen, took a six string to Suffolk, Kentucky
Was singing songs for my dinner and a bucket of money
I got addicted when the pickets started getting me lucky
I got a long dead rock and roll reputation
Hop on this train before it leaves the station
Love it or hate it, I'm a second generation
You're gonna know what my name is
But lots are coming on and people are waiting
To spend the whole night drinking to it
Blowing smoke like Willie grew it
I take the credit, but the truth is
It ain't my fault, blame it all on honky toned bars
Music City, Gibson guitars, that's what gets me
Rum to tip jar, sugar whiskey
When it's all gone, blame it all on country music
Country music
Let's get to picketing random
We got a crowd of believers
Had they started in a church, now they're still in arenas
Country music
It's a hell of a living, man, only country could tease us
Man, I wish it ain't you, Johnnie can see us
Spend the whole night drinking to it
Blowin' smoke like Willie Grewit
I take the credit, but the truth is
It ain't my fault that I'm long gone
Spent the whole night drinkin' to it
Blowin' smoke like Willie Grewit
I take the credit, but the truth is
It ain't my fault, blame it all on
Honky tonk bars, music city
Gips and guitars, that's what gets me
Run the tip jar, share the whiskey
Till it's last call, sing along y'all
It ain't our fault, blame it all on
Country music