(I Blame It All On That) CITI-FIED MUSIC
(RKB, 7/99, C, 4:01) (A SATIRICAL SONG)
1.) When I was just a young boy, down in Texas, I never did anybody any harm. And there I was on my thirteenth
birthday: Uncle John slipped somthing under my arm. Well it was small and it seemed so innocent. Just a transistor
radio. But when the melodies inside aroused me, they took me places I shouldn't go.
C.) I blame it all on that citi-fied music. I blame it all on the rock-and-roll. N'Orleans jazz, and the rhythm
and blues now, reachin' down to my soul. It's the reason I left you broken-hearted. I've been corrupted by the
devil's songs. I blame it all on that citi-fied music. That's where I went wrong.
2.) Maybe you think I should take some responsibility, pay off my debts, work my own way out. Get a shave,
maybe read my bible. And get a life, but I'd rather cop-out. It's best I just keep things simple. Maybe someday
I'll return your car. Three chords and myself to deal with. Just spilled my beer down into my guitar.
C.) repeat chorus as above.