Текст песни November - Robert Vincent

It was a cold November day, everyone said it would rain
But I clearly remember it shining
His old lady passed away, everyone felt his pain
But I stood there feeling angry

I read the message that you left me
How could I miss it when it's stuck right to my door?
And I resent the way you tried to frame me
You put that bullet in her heart
And now this is haunting me

Don't blame me, I wasn't there at the time
Don't blame me, it wasn't my gun you found
Don't blame me, I haven't got blood on my hands

As the procession led her away, some people stood and stared
And it almost sent me reeling
I thought of ways to clear my name, remove myself from blame
But I still found myself running

I read the message that you left me
How could I miss it when it's stuck right to my door?
And I resent the way you tried to frame me
You put that bullet in her heart
And now this is haunting me

Don't blame me, I wasn't there at the time
Don't blame me, it wasn't my gun you found
Don't blame me, I haven't got blood on my hands

Well, I remember her final wish, I won't let you be guilty of this
As she lay in my arms dying
Go to the cellar box room and there you'll find the proof
Where there is more than one lady lying

So, I left a message at the courtroom
And I explained what I seen back in that house
And I told them no one else should chase me
Well, I had proved my name was good and God will watch over me

Don't blame me, I wasn't there at the time
Don't blame me, it wasn't my gun you found
Don't blame me, I haven't got blood on my hands

Don't blame me, I wasn't there at the time
Don't blame me, it wasn't my gun you found
Don't blame me, I haven't got blood on my hands