Written by Westin Davis, Kip Moore, and Justin Weaver
When Kip Moore puts on the outlaw boots, they actually fit just right. He’s not posing. He’s not playing a character. He’s singing his truth, and he can get done singing that truth in two minutes and seventeen seconds.
Which in one sense makes “I’m to Blame” somewhat unnecessary. The whole “I mess up”, “I go down the wrong road” pathos is so engrained in his performances that he’s only telling us what we already know.
But where else…from who else…are you going to hear a line like “Where there’s a do not touch, my fingerprint done stained it?”, delivered with a growl and not a grin? I keep waiting for this guy to break through big, for listeners to pick up that he’s the real deal. He’d do great in the Americana scene, but mainstream country music would be a lot less interesting without him.