121 :: It's Nobody's Fault :: A Slow Drag with "Blame It on Cain"

Today’s slow drag is with “Blame It on Cain,” from “My Aim is True,” released in 1977. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello.

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Show Notes:

Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA

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References:

 

Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “Blame It on Cain” https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=Blame_It_On_Cain

“Blame It on Cain” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfHaI7rVp9g

 “The Ticker’s Rise and Fall” https://www.thinkadvisor.com/2008/02/01/the-tickers-rise-and-fall/

“Shallow Grave” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN5qkhNHEKg

“Good Luck Grin” https://stirredblog.com/2017/03/13/baldwin-bar/

 

Purchase “The Most Terrible Time in My Life…Ends Thursday”

 

Listen to the audiobook for free at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq7n1pN8D1Y

 

"Blame It on Cain" 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,

tries to take it, 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

then the radio to heaven will be wired to your purse

And then you can run down the waveband,

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 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 never been acute

But when they step upon your face,

they 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