BLAME IT ON THE HEATWAVE
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- Song Title
- BLAME IT ON THE HEATWAVE
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- Publisher
- Workshop Productions, Inc. (BMI)
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- 100
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- World
- Lyrics
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There's a blackbird hiding in the cornfield
It’s hotter than a fryin’ pan
I’m getting tired of his mean streak
His temper and the back of his hand
Tired of hiding the bruises
When he’s meaner than a rattlesnake
And when that boy’s been drinking
Ain’t nothing he won’t break
Blame it on the heatwave
Blame it on the full moon outside of the door
Blame it on the heatwave
But I ain’t gonna take it no more
Yeah blame it on the heatwave
There’s a Greyhound Headed to Memphis
Out on the interstate
He’s at the bar by the crossroads
Said he’d be coming home late
Tired of him drinking up my paycheck
Tired of the whiskey and beer
Tired of hiding in the shadows
Tired of living in fear
Blame it on the heatwave
Blame it on the full moon outside of the door
Blame it on the heatwave
When he knocks me down to the floor
Yeah blame it on the heatwave
There’s a Greyhound headed to Memphis
Out on the interstate
Gotta run through the woods in the moonlight
Praying that I’m not too late,
I packed my fiddle and my high heels
A Bible and a ‘45
I ain’t never gonna look back
I’m lucky just to be alive
Blame it on the heatwave
Blame it on the full moon outside of the door
Blame it on the heatwave
When he knocks me down to the floor
Blame it on the heatwave
But I'm gonna fly like a blackbirdVIEW COMPLETE FEWER LYRICS
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