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Willie Nelson - Country’s Bad Boys - Blame It on the Times
Country’s Bad Boys
Disc 1
01. Cry, Cry, Cry
02. Hey Porter
03. Folsom Prison Blues
04. So Doggone Lonesome
05. I Walk the Line
06. Train of Love
07. There You Go
08. Belshazzar
09. Down the Street to 301
10. I Love You Because
11. Blue Train
12. You Win Again
13. Oh Lonesome Me
14. Hey, Good Looking
15. Thanks a Lot
16. The Story of a Broken Heart
17. Straight a’s in Love
18. The Wreck of the Old ’97
Disc 2
01. Mama Tried
02. Workin’ Man Blues
03. Silver Wings
04. Always Wanting You
05. Okie From Muskogee
06. Branded Man
07. Carolyn
08. If We Make It Through December
09. The Fightin’ Side of Me
10. The Bottle Let Me Down
11. Turnin’ Off a Memory
12. Daddy Frank the Guitar Man
13. Sing Me Back Home
14. I’m a Lonesome Fugitive
15. Kentucky Gambler
16. The Way I Am
17. Today I Started Loving You Again
18. Things Aren’t Funny Anymore
Disc 3
01. Any Old Arms Won’t Do
02. Blame It on the Times
03. You Wouldn’t Cross the Street to Say Goodbye
04. You’ll Always Have Someone
05. Rainy Day Blues
06. So Much to Do
07. I Can’t Find the Time
08. Face of a Fighter
09. Is There Something on Your Mind
10. Waiting Time
11. Night Life
12. Slow Down Old Wound
13. Home Is Where You’re Happy
14. Shelter of Your Arms
15. Go Away
16. Everything but You
17. Building Heartaches
18. The Last Letter
19. Things to Remember
20. I Hope So
21. Let’s Pretend
22. Pride Wins Again
23. The Storm Has Just Begin
24. No Tomorrow in Sight
25. Will You Remember Mine
As you sit there in your loneliness
Confused as you must be
I'm sure a dozen questions come to mind

And if you're wondering why I left you
After all you've done for me
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times

The many times you had your way
No matter what the cost
And the many times you took for granted
Love you now have lost

And if I've hurt you, darlin'
I don't mean to be unkind
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times

That small conceited world of yours
Could never understand
That to want to stand alone is not a crime

And, if for one time in my life
I'm acting like a man
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times

Blame it on the many times
A hiding place I'd seek
Afraid to say what's on my mind
An' ashamed for being weak

So if at last I'm seeing
After so long being blind
I suppose you'll have to blame it on the times.