Spend the whole night drinking to it

Blowing smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit but the truth

Daddy won tickets to some Tim McGraw

Lucky number seven on an FM call

Bought a cold beer can for a front row queen

She came for the band but left in his Jeep

Mama, me, daddy singing Tim McGraw (Tim McGraw)

Learned my first words from the radio

Took my first steps down a red dirt road

I grew up raisin' hell where the black top ends

And all my rowdy friends ain't settled down yet

We stay turned up like the radio

It's all that we know, spent the whole night drinking to it

Blowing smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault, blame it all on country music (country music)

Yeah, I'm a second generation George Strait junkie

16, took a six-string to Southern Kentucky

Was singing songs for my dinner and a bucket of money

I got addicted when the pickin' started getting me lucky

I got a long hair, rock 'n' roll reputation

Hop on this train 'fore it leaves the station

Love it or hate it, you're gonna know what my name is

The lights are comin' on and people are waitin'

To spend the whole night drinking to it

Blowing smoke like Willie grew it

I take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault, blame it all on honky-toned bars

Music City, Gibson guitars, that's what gets me

Run for tip jar, share the whiskey

When it's all gone, blame it all on country music

Country music

(Country music)

Let's get to picking and grinning

We got a crowd of believers

Hell, it started in a church, now it's filling arena

Country music

It's a hell of a living that only country could teach us

Damn, I wish that Hank and Johnny could see us

Spend the whole night drinking to it

Blowing smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault that I'm long gone

Spend the whole night drinking to it

Blowing smoke like Willie grew it

I'd take the credit, but the truth is

It ain't my fault, blame it all on honky-toned bars

Music City, Gibson guitars, that's what gets me

Run for tip jar, share the whiskey

'Til its last call, sing along y'all

It ain't our fault, blame it all on

Country music

Yeah