My Fault - Original - Brownie McGhee

It’s my own fault, I don’t blame you for treating me the way you do

It’s my own fault, I don’t blame you for treating me the way you do

When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I didn’t love you

You used to make your paycheck and then bring it all home to me

You know I would go up on the corner, make every woman drunk I see

That’s my own fault.

honey, I don’t blame you for treating me the way you do

When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I didn’t love you

You know I used to take you out, little girl, and keep you weeks after weeks

You were so scared to quit me, little darling, I may make a 'fore day creep

That’s my own fault, girl, honey, I don’t blame you for treating me the way you

do

When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I wouldn’t be true

(Tell her everything, man)