B.b. King - It's My Own Fult lyrics

It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you wanna do [Chorus] 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]