Another day with you,
I'm getting fitted for a millstone,
It would have been better had I left you alone,
So, if Jesus finds you begging unbelief, put the blame on me.

I never failed to cry for you,
I never failed to pray,
I guess that failed to matter to your blue eyes today, as they saw me stealing justice like a thief,
Put the blame on me.

Don't blame the truth if you love the lie,
Don't blame the deacon's gun,
Don't blame a preacher, prophet, or a priest,
But, if it makes it easy, put the blame on me.

If I told you where to look, but failed to tell you what to find,
If I led you down the road that had a twisted centre line,
Or if I fed your dark sensibility, put the blame on me,

Don't blame your doubt if you fear belief,
Don't even blame your pain,
Don't blame a burden only you can see,
But, if it makes it easy, put the blame on me.

Oh, don't blame the truth if you love the lie,
Don't blame the deacon's gun,
Don't blame a preacher, prophet, or a priest,
Don't blame your doubt if you fear belief,
Don't even blame your pain,
Don't blame a man pinned naked on a tree, who died perfectly desperate,
Who loves you desperately.

No, put the blame on me,
Put the blame on me,
Put the blame on me.