My Own Fault (Aka It's My Fault) Songtext
von B.B. King

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, at the time you were loving me, baby
At that time, little girl, I didn′t love you

You used to make your own paychecks, baby
And bring them all home to me
I'd go out on the hillside, you know
And make every woman's look, I see

It′s my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Yes, at the time you were loving me, baby
At that time, little girl, I didn′t love you


Yes, you used to be here with me, baby
But now you running around with the boys
You said you was gonna leave me
You gonna be over in Illinois

And it's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Yes, when you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I wouldn′t be true

Yes, I'd fall on my knees
Raise up my right hand
Yes, I would do better, baby
But I just don′t understand

It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Yes, at the time you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I wouldn′t be true