FOnce upon a time, I had a little money.

Government burglars took it long before I could mail it to you.
Still youC7 are the only one.
Now, I can't let it sFlip away.
So if the mFan with the ticker tape, he tries to take it,
F7Well, this is what I'Fm gonna say:

Blame it on Cc7ain.  Don't blaFme it on me.
Oh, oh, oh, it'sC nobody's faultF, but we nCeed somebody to bFurn.


Well, if I was a saint with a silver cup
And the money got low, we could always heat it up or trade it in.
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band, coast to coast, hand in hand.
F7Better or worse, curse for curse, doCn't be disatisfied.
So, you're nFot satisfiedF.
Blame it on c7Cain.  Don't blaFme it on me.
Oh, oh, oh, it'sC nobody's faultF,
But we nCeed somebodFy to burn.


I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town.
I think I'm goin' insane from talking to myself for so long.
Oh, but I never been accused.
When they step upon your face, you wear that good luck grin.
I gotta brF7eak out one weekend if I do somebody in.

But ev'ry single time I feel a little stronger,
They tCell me it's a crimeF. Well how much longer?
Blame it on c7Cain.  Don't blameF it on me.
Oh, oh, oh, it'sC nobody's faultF,
But we nCeed somebodFy to burn.
Blame it on Cc7ain.  Don't blameF it on me.
Oh, oh, oh, it'sC nobody's faultF.
But it jCust seems toF be his turn.

F c7 C G C F c7 C G C

CNow Feverybody's breakinC' up somebody elsFe's home,
before somebody elsCe starts breaFking up their own.
I get you Cin my dFreams.
You should Chear the thFings you say.
It's not tChat it'sF so much fun,
but it's c7safer that FwayG. g  
FSneaky feeling,C sneaky Ffeelings,
you can't let thosc7e kind of feeling show.
I'd like to Fget right through Cthe way I Ffeel for you,
but I've c7still got a long waFy tc7o go.
Why Cdon't we Fcall it a day, anCd we can bothF confess.
You can force me to use aC little teFnderness.
CWhite Flies, CaliFbis, Canything but say that iFt's true.
Now Cwe could sit like Flovers, staring cin each otheFr's eyes,
but the c7magic of the momentF might become Ftoo much for you.
F  Sneaky fCeelingsF, sneaky feelings,
you can't let thosc7e kind of feeling show.
I'd like to Fget right through tChe way I  Ffeel for you,
But I c7still got a long wFay to c7go, Oh I still gotF a long way to go . .


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