Anders Osborne Blame It On a Few song lyrics
Anders Osborne Blame It On a Few song lyrics
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