Cat. #0413 (MFH #57) - As sung by Mrs. Olive Coberley, Wheatland, Missouri on September 9, 1959
VERSE 1
O, this world of ours is a very queer place
An' th people all find it so
For, they never can tell what th day may bring forth
For th future no man can know
But th many mistakes of th comical kind
Committed by young an' old
Is th fault of him who gets into a scrapes
So, blame yourself, if your sold
So, blame yourself, so, blame yourself
So, blame yourself
So, blame yourself, if your sold
VERSE 2
I remember well of a very nice girl
An' a fella she met one day
They fell in love, was th very first love
They wanted to marry straight 'way
But th sorrow an' grief that he suffered that day
Should never, no never be told
She was married, she said, to a better lookin' man
Said, we're through my friend, he was told
So, blame yourself, so, blame yourself
So, blame yourself
So, blame yourself, if your sold
VERSE 3
O, of all th mistakes of th comical kind
Is committed by young an' ole
Is th fault of him who gets into scrapes
So, blame yourself, if your sold