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I used to blame it on the clock,
'Cause I swear it stops when you're with good friends.
An' Billy sayin': "One more shot,"
An' damn that shot always turned to ten.
Oh, but I'm afraid the truth,
Is if it weren't for me, I'd still have you.
I used to blame it on the wind,
When it got still it meant the fish were bitin'.
Used to think the devil's to blame,
For the hell I've raised an' all that fightin'.
Yeah it'd make a good excuse:
If it weren't for me, I'd still have you.
No, it ain't my fault