Lyrics Blame It On a Few - Anders Osborne
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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