LYRIC

Hey mister spare me a dollar
I'll trade you for one of my tunes
I sing about women and wine
So real you can smell her perfume
Doesn't that sound like a deal
It's cold out here
Man, it's cold can't you feel

Weekends and sunny weather
The boys keep wetting my tongue
Some days I stay here all day long
Keep singing at the top of my lungs
Oh no don't leave quite yet
This time I swear I won't forget the words

Oh yeah, sure I had dreams
Doesn't everyone. I didn't
Hitchhike from god knows
Where to end up like a no good,
Too drunk, son of a gun.

Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few

Sweet annie put on too much make-Up
She put lipstick all over her face
She yells, “Frankie play me a happy song
And starts dancin' all over the place
She grabs a hold of a man from maine
She moves so well she's natural and drunk

Nobody blows a horn like willy
He plays so pretty on gloom
But old willy's head full of voices
So I think we're gonna lose him real soon
Now ain't that a shame, a talent like that
I'll be damned he's back in nam again

Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few

Hey wait a minute mister
I still got a thing to tell
Hey please pass me that bottle over there
Excuse me I'm not feeling well
Summer's here sure I know,
But I'm still cold, damn it's
Cold out here

Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few

Let's blame it on me
Let's blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few

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