She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped: 她梳着马尾辫的“她的露背突破：

Her bumper-sticker says: "I hate hip-hop." 她保险杠贴纸说： “我讨厌嘻哈。 ”

With a southern drawl, she says: "Howdy, y'all," 随着南部拉长，她说： “你好，你们说”

And her hands ain't afraid of dirt. 而她的手不怕灰尘。

He's proud of his old truck: 他是他的老车自豪：

He spray painted over dents and rust. 他喷漆过的凹痕和锈蚀。

The motor smokes, it's got four bald tires, 电机烟雾，它有四个光头胎，

But the radio works. 但电台工作。

Raised on the Good Book and our country songs, 提出对本好书，我们国家的歌曲，

Ridin' down back roads an' singin' along: 坐车倒回公路的“欢唱沿：

   

So blame me for the way they are, 所以埋怨我会是这样的，

Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar. 他们的小提琴和钢吉的爱。

Blame me for their cowboy hats, 怪我自己的牛仔帽，

Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racks. 罗珀靴，牧马人牛仔裤和步枪架。

If you wanna point a finger at somebody, 如果你想点一手指人，

For the way they believe, 因为他们相信的样子，

Blame me. 怪我。

   

They were kids when Hag and me came to town: 他们还是孩子时，女巫和我来到镇上：

All eyes and ears: look at 'em now. 所有的眼睛和耳朵：看时间了。

Center stage on the Grand Ole Opry, 中心舞台上的大奥普里，

On a Saturday night. 在一个星期六的晚上。

Sing of fishin' and the Lord above, 唱钓鱼主的上面，

Fallin' in and out of love. 落下的进出爱。

From Aunt Bea to Uncle Sam, 从衣阿姨给山姆大叔，

And that American Pie. 和美国派。

From big cities to the little towns 从大城市到小城镇

Were hard-core country inside and out. 从内到外分别为硬核国家。

   

So blame me for the way they are, 所以埋怨我会是这样的，

Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar. 他们的小提琴和钢吉的爱。

Blame me for their cowboy hats, 怪我自己的牛仔帽，

Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racks. 罗珀靴，牧马人牛仔裤和步枪架。

If you wanna point a finger at somebody, 如果你想点一手指人，

For the way they believe, 因为他们相信的样子，

Blame me. 怪我。

   

Blame me for the way they are, 怪我会是这样的，

Their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar. 他们的小提琴和钢吉的爱。

Blame me for their cowboy hats, 怪我自己的牛仔帽，

Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racks. 罗珀靴，牧马人牛仔裤和步枪架。

If you wanna point a finger at somebody, 如果你想点一手指人，

For the way they believe, 因为他们相信的样子，

Blame me. 怪我。

Blame me. 怪我。

Blame me, yeah. 都怪我，是啊。