Description
Masterer: Andrew Mendelson
Digital Editor: Chris Small
Vocals: Cody Johnson
Mixer, Recorded By: Jack Clarke
Electric Guitar: James Mitchell
Fiddle: Jenee Fleenor
Drums: Jerry Roe
Hammond B3 Organ: Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano: Jim "Moose" Brown
Bass: Jimmie Lee Sloas
Electric Guitar: Justin Ostrander
Unknown: Rose Hutcheson
Unknown: Scott Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar: Scotty Sanders
Acoustic Guitar: Tim Galloway
Producer: Trent Willmon
Background Vocals: Trey Keller
Recording Assistant: Will Kienzle
Writer: Ashley Gorley
Writer: Beau Bailey
Writer: Casey Brown
Writer: Josh Phillips
Lyrics and translation
Original
If I chase my tequila with an ice-cold beer
Blame Texas
If I swear there ain't no better place than here
Blame Texas
If you think I say a few words wrong
And find a way to put a fiddle in every song
If I take George Strait over Elvis
Blame Texas
But if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
If I got a little outlaw in my blood
Blame Texas
If all my settle downs are out on the road
Blame Texas
If you always see me out in my cowboy hat
A little red on my neck and some sweat on my back
If I ain't the kind of mess to mess with
Blame Texas
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
I like a Shiner Bock, long-necked Sunday
Cowboy football
And I can hold my own on a pissed-off bull
But I can't hold on to a woman at all
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could but I can't blame Texas
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
God bless Texas
English translation
If I chase my tequila with an ice-cold beer
Blame Texas
If I swear there ain't no better place than here
Blame Texas
If you think I say a few words wrong
And find a way to put a fiddle in every song
If I take George Strait over Elvis
Blame Texas
But if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
If I got a little outlaw in my blood
Blame Texas
If all my settle downs are out on the road
Blame Texas
If you always see me out in my cowboy hat
A little red on my neck and some sweat on my back
If I ain't the kind of mess to mess with
Blame Texas
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
I like a Shiner Bock, long-necked Sunday
Cowboy football
And I can hold my own on a pissed-off bull
But I can't hold on to a woman at all
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star State
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again
Guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide open skies
No, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could but I can't blame Texas
Coming back? No, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
God bless Texas