歌手:B.B. King
专辑:《Live at the Regal》

作词 : King, Taub
I’d like to tell you a little story now from me
A guy singing about his girlfriend
and he calls his angel
of course that’s the “Sweet Little Angel”
But let’s think about a guy that loses his girl
oh it happens believe me
And then he starts to sing
And you might heard something that sounds 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 is 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, do you know what I mean
And make every woman look I see
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 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
When you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl,
I didn't love you