Blame the Horse

I lost it all on Tennessee hero
Dressed to the nines, a proper De Niro
All I've got is a hole in my shoe

A bad bet from the outset
I'm looking for an outlet
Trying to cash a bad check
Trying to hide a shamrock tattoo

I'll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I'll blame it on these, worn out homemade shoes

I'll blame it on the suit
I'll blame it on the blues
I'll use any, any old excuse

Nothing ventured, nothing feared
I'm dusty, I'm billy
I'll be frank, I've grown a beard

That night it all went wrong
My fortunes were all gone
You left me by the tracks
Scratching out this song

Guess work is for the folk
Who can't pick out a winner
Thank god I learned to sing for my dinner

I'll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I'll blame it on these, worn out homemade shoes

I'll blame it on the suit
I'll blame it on the blues
I'll use any, any old excuse

I'll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I'll blame it on these, worn out homemade shoes

I'll blame it on the suit
I'll blame it on the blues
I'll use any, any old excuse



Credits
Writer(s): David Christian Roux, Peter Briley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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