It's My Own Fault Songtext
von B.B. King

And you might hear something that sound like this

It′s my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Yes, when you were loving me, baby
At that time, little girl, I didn′t love you

(This the part I like)
She used to make her own pay checks
And bring them all home to me
I would go out on the hillside, you know
And make every woman look I see


It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Oh yes, when you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I didn't love you

She said she was gonna leave me
She′d been running around with the boys
She said she was gonna leave me
Gonna be over in Illinois

And it′s my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Oh, when you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I didn't love you (what you say?)

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
Thank you, thank you