Lyrics:

Blame this messed up knee on a cross**lf**Country team in the Friday night lights**lf**Blame the scar on my chin for getting mixed up**lf**In that ''you don''t mess with my best friend'' fight**lf**And the yes sir, yes ma''am**lf**Never quite give a damn was handed down from my old man**lf**Blame it all on my momma**lf**For my tendency to wanna bow my head and say amen**lf**But when it comes to holdin'' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up**lf**And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam**lf**Drops a needle on it, back to front**lf**And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me**lf**Walking out on what ain''t ever comin'' back**lf**Yeah, you can thank me for that**lf**You can thank me for that**lf**Wish I could point a little blame, but there ain''t one thing that she did wrong**lf**Just one lie about some other guy would put some move in my movin'' on**lf**And all I can pin on that girl is she took my world and made it better with her in it**lf**Now there ain''t no other way to spin it**lf**But when it comes to holdin'' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up**lf**And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam**lf**Drops a needle on it, back to front**lf**And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me**lf**Walking out on what ain''t ever comin'' back**lf**Yeah, you can thank me for that**lf**You can thank me for the messed up head**lf**And that part that won''t let me stop missin'' her**lf**When I go to point a finger, I just aim it at the man in the mirror**lf**Yeah**lf**But when it comes to holdin'' on to a long hone lonely at last call, I wanna call her up**lf**And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam**lf**Drops a needle on it, back to front**lf**And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me**lf**Walking out on what ain''t ever comin'' back**lf**Yeah, you can thank me for that**lf**You can thank me for that**lf**Oh**lf**You can thank me for that