when i was six or seven mama tucked me in with a lalaby that made my eyes open wide again i'd lie awake and wonder why a boy named Billy Joe jumped off the Talahatche bridge to the river far below blame it on mama and the songs she loved to sing i'm not from Lousiana but that dont mean a thing don't come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee just blame it on mama she sang the country into me i just loved to listen as she sang those story songs bout a coat of many colors or a girl named Delta Dawn when the lights went out in goegia i would beg for just one more all about fancy and pretty red satin dancin dress she wore blame it on mama and the songs she loved to sing i'm not from Lousiana but that dont mean a thing dont come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee just blame it on mama she sang the country into me i'm a coal miners daughter lovin that preachers son i could walk the streets of Laredo stare down the barrel of a lawmans gun i've grown roots and i've got ties to places i've never been and when i sing those songs it takes me right back home again blame it on mama and the songs she loved to sing i'm not from Lousiana but that dont mean a thing dont come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee just blame it on mama she sang the country into me the country in to me, yeah