It's my own fault, darlin'--I made you treat me the way you do Oh, goodbye, baby; I know we may never meet again It's my own fault, darlin', that you treat me the way you do It's my own fault, darlin', caused you treat me the way you do When you left me,

You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me Tryna get up in my head, now that's a headache Ain't no need to talk Oh baby, don't hurt

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell And I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal With 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I

I said she can be all, all that I'll ever need, Oh oh oh oh, petah long side j boog Oh oh, oh oh, with a sound from da sun yeah She's a sunshine girl lighting up my world She's to me she makes me say woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah She so sweet it

You can't hurt me now I got away from you, I never thought I would You can't make me cry, you once had the power I never felt so good about myself Oh Father you never wanted to live that way You never wanted to hurt me Why am I running away It's funny

I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me I love my baby, my baby don't love me She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time But these evil-hearted women, man, they will not let me be But I really love that woman, can't

We'll meet again--don't know where, don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling true just like you always do Till the blue skies make the dark clouds fade away Some sunny day

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong Won't take my eyes off the ball again You reel me out then you cut the string You used to be alright What happened? Did the cat get your tongue Did your string come undone

Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin'