Blame this messed up knee on a cross

Country team in the Friday night lights

Blame the scar on my chin for getting mixed upIn that "you don′t mess with my best friend" fight

And the yes sir, yes ma'am

Never quite give a damn was handed down from my old man

Blame it all on my momma

For my tendency to wanna bow my head and say amen

But when it comes to holdin′ on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up

And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam

Drops a needle on it, back to front

And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me

Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back

Yeah, you can thank me for that

You can thank me for that

Wish I could point a little blame, but there ain′t one thing that she did wrong

Just one lie about some other guy would put some move in my movin′ on

And all I can pin on that girl is she took my world and made it better with her in it

Now there ain't no other way to spin it

But when it comes to holdin′ on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up

And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam

Drops a needle on it, back to front

And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me

Walking out on what ain't ever comin′ back

Yeah, you can thank me for that

You can thank me for the messed up head

And that part that won't let me stop missin′ her

When I go to point a finger, I just aim it at the man in the mirror

Yeah

But when it comes to holdin' on to a long hone lonely at last call, I wanna call her up

And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam

Drops a needle on it, back to front

And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me

Walking out on what ain't ever comin′ back

Yeah, you can thank me for that

You can thank me for that

Oh

You can thank me for that