My Own Fault, Baby - B.B. King
Written by：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
She used to make her own pay checks baby
And bring them all home to me
I 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
Yes at the time you were loving me woman
At that time little girl I didn't love you
Yes she used to be here with me baby
But now you are running around with the boys
You said you were gonna leave me
You're 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 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