Blame Texas

If I chase my tequila with an ice-cold beer

Blame Texas

If I swear there ain't no better place than here

Blame Texas

If you think I say a few words wrong

And find a way to put a fiddle in every song

If I take George Strait over Elvis

Blame Texas

But if you wonder why she packed all her things

Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State

Yeah, I messed up a good thing again

Guess I just can't help it

She loved the wide open skies

No, she didn't wanna leave

Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me

Coming back? No, she ain't

Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas

If I got a little outlaw in my blood

Blame Texas

If all my settle downs are out on the road

Blame Texas

If you always see me out in my cowboy hat

A little red on my neck and some sweat on my back

If I ain't the kind of mess to mess with

Blame Texas

So if you wonder why she packed all her things

Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State

Yeah, I messed up a good thing again

Guess I just can't help it

She loved the wide open skies

No, she didn't wanna leave

Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me

Coming back? No, she ain't

Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas

I like a Shiner Bock, long-necked Sunday

Cowboy football

And I can hold my own on a pissed-off bull

But I can't hold on to a woman at all

So if you wonder why she packed all her things

Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State

Yeah, I messed up a good thing again

Guess I just can't help it

She loved the wide open skies

No, she didn't wanna leave

Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me

Coming back? No, she ain't

Wish I could but I can't blame Texas

Coming back? No, she ain't

Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas

God bless Texas