Blame It On Cain

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Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords

Lyrics

Once upon a time, I had a little money.
Government burglars took it long
before I could mail it to you.
Still, you are the only one.
Now I can't let it slip away.
So if the man with the ticker tape,
he tries to take it,
well this is what I'm gonna say.

Blame it on Cain.
Don't blame it on me.
Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault,
but we need somebody to burn.

Well if I was a saint with
a silver cup
and the money got low
we could always heat it up
or trade it in.
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band,
coast to coast, hand in hand.
Bad to worse, curse for curse,
don't be dissatisfied.
So you're not satisfied.

(Chorus)

I think I've lived a little too long
on the outskirts of town
I think I'm going insane
from talking to myself for so long.
Oh but I've never been accused.
When they step up on your face,
you wear that good look grin.
I gotta break out one weekend
if I do somebody in.
But every single time
I feel a little stronger,
they tell me it's a crime.
Well how much longer?

(Chorus)

Blame it on Cain.
Please don't blame it on me.
It's nobody's fault,
but it just seems to be his turn.


Credits

Elvis Costello - vocals, guitar
The Shamrocks (a.k.a. Clover):
John McFee - guitar, pedal steel
Sean Hopper - piano, organ, backing vocals
Johnny Ciambotti - bass, backing vocals
Mickey Shine - drums
Nick Lowe - backing vocals


Discography

Albums:

Singles:

  • This section may be incomplete.

Collections:

Alternate Versions:

  • Blame It On Cain (Honky Tonk demo) - recorded in Elvis' bedroom ca. late 1975
My Aim Is True (reissue), Rykodisc/Demon, 1993
My Aim Is True (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2001
  • Blame It On Cain (live at the Nashville Rooms, London 1977-08-07)
Watching The Detectives, 1977

Soundtracks:

  • none

Various Artists collections:

  • none

Covers

Recorded by:

Performed by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Bootlegs

  • This section is incomplete.

Chords

tabbed by zeroy@netcom.com (Roy M. Randall)


G
Once upon a time, I had a little money.

Government burglars took it long before I could mail it to you.
                 C7
Still you are the only one.
                             G
Now, I can't let it slip away.
          D
So if the man with the ticker tape, he tries to take it,
D7                            G
Well, this is what I'm gonna say:

            Em7                     G
Blame it on Cain.  Don't blame it on me.
               C              D         C                G
Oh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault, but we need somebody to burn.


Well, if I was a saint with a silver cup
And the money got low, we could always heat it up or trade it in.
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band, coast to coast, hand in hand.
D7                                                C
Bad to worse, curse for curse, don't be disatisfied.
           D           G
So, you're not satisfied.
           Em7                      G
Blame it on Cain.  Don't blame it on me.
               C              D
Oh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault,
       C                   G
But we need somebody to burn.


I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town.
I think I'm goin' insane from talking to myself for so long.
Oh, but I never been accused.
When they step upon your face, you wear that good luck grin.
         D7
I gotta break out one weekend if I do somebody in.

But ev'ry single time I feel a little stronger,
     C                           D
They tell me it's a crime.  Well how much longer?
           Em7                        G
Blame it on Cain.  Don't blame it on me.
               C              D
Oh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault,
       C                   G
But we need somebody to burn.
            Em7                       G
Blame it on Cain.  Don't blame it on me.
               C              D
Oh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault.
       C                    G
But it just seems to be his turn.


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