Once upon a time, I had a little money. Government burglars took it long before I could mail it to you, but You are the only one. Now I can't let it slip away. So if the man with the ticker tape, tries to take it, this is what I'm gonna say. Chorus: Blame it on Cain. Don't blame it on me. Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault, but we need somebody to burn 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 to heaven will be wired to your purse Then you can run down the wave band, coast to coast, hand in hand Better or worse, curse for curse, don't be dissatisfied So you're not satisfied Chorus I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town I think I'm going insane from talking to myself for so long Oh but I've never been accused But when they step up on your face, They wear that good look grin I gotta break out one weekend Try to do somebody in But every single time I feel a little stronger, They tell me it's a crime Well how much longer? Chorus Blame it on Cain Please don't blame it on me It's nobodies fault But it just seems to be his turn