Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ella Langley
Ella Langley
Vocals
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Piano
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Background Vocals
Meg McCree
Meg McCree
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Langley
Ella Langley
Songwriter
Joybeth Taylor
Joybeth Taylor
Songwriter
Chris LaCorte
Chris LaCorte
Songwriter
Meg McCree
Meg McCree
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Nick Zinnanti
Nick Zinnanti
Editing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thing about a small town, word's gonna get around, he said, she said thing
Like who burned who, who's with somebody new, did you see the look on her face?
Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen that smile in the light of this neon dive
I ain't mad anymore, ain't the me from before, ain't nobody wrong or right
[Chorus]
So, no, I don't blame you
For walkin' through the door
Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor
And I can't blame me for doin' my hair
Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare
Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls
If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt
For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar
[Verse 2]
If it wasn't for the band and the lighter in your hand, might've never had the chance to meet
If it wasn't for the drinks, the sayin' what we think, we wouldn't mean a thing
[Chorus]
No, I don't blame you
For walkin' through the door
Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor
And I can't blame me for doin' my hair
Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare
Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls
If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt
For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar
[Bridge]
No, I don't blame you that it didn't work out
Even if I used to, baby, I don't now
It was the two-for-ones, bein' young and dumb
That everybody's gotta go through
[Chorus]
So, no, I don't blame you
For walkin' through the door
Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor
And I can't blame me for doin' my hair
Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare
Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls
If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt
For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar
[Outro]
Yeah, for breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar
Written by: Chris LaCorte, Ella Langley, Joybeth Taylor, Meg McRee
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