Chloe Raye - Blame It On Where I Grew Up Lyrics

Mama raised me up on the good book
Daddy taught me how to throw a left hook
I'm the wildflower side of my family tree
I'm a hand in the air on a Sunday
I'm a sinner in traffic on Monday
A little less dress and a lot more boots and jeans
Blame it on the dirt road gravel down in my soul
Country in the speakers of my radio
Freedom of a wide open Midwest sky
Where I grew up, where I grew up
Blame it on a summer night harvest moon
If I start fallin' for a boy like you
Stealin' my heart 'neath the stars above
Blame it on where I, blame it on where I grew up
I'm a sucker for some back porch pickin
Give me some sweet tea and Grandma's chicken
A day on the lake or a bonfire Friday night
Blame it on my home grown history
If I let a country boy hold the door for me
Find myself riding in a shotgun seat
Two-lane to the county line
Blame it on the dirt road gravel down in my soul
Country in the speakers of my radio
Freedom of a wide open Midwest sky
Where I grew up, where I grew up
Blame it on a summer night harvest moon
If I start fallin' for a boy like you
Stealin' my heart 'neath the stars above
Blame it on where I, blame it on where I grew up
Yeah
If I wanna put my roots down
On two acres at the edge of town
Four kids, two dogs all runnin' round
Ain't no doubt
Blame it on the dirt road gravel down in my soul
Country in the speakers of my radio
Freedom of a wide open Midwest sky
Where I grew up, where I grew up
Blame it on a summer night harvest moon
If I start fallin' for a boy like you
Stealin' my heart 'neath the stars above
Blame it on where I, blame it on where I grew up
Blame it on where I grew up
Blame it on where I grew up
Blame it on where I, blame it on where I grew up