If she's guilty, so am I, if she's forgotten how to cry,
If she gets lonely, don't know why,
If she's guilty, so am I.

If she's changed, I'll take the blame,

If somehow, She's not the same,
If there's a distant, look in her eyes,
And she's lost, the will to try.

If she seems bitter, of other days,
Seems to have lost, Her Baptist ways,
If the truth comes harder than a lie,
If she's guilty, so am I.

If she's guilty, so am I, if she's forgotten how to cry,
If she gets lonely, don't know why,
If she's guilty, so am I.

If she's guilty, so am I, if she's forgotten how to cry,
If she gets lonely, don't know why,
If she's guilty, so am I.

If she's guilty, so am I, if she's forgotten how to cry,
If she gets lonely, don't know why,
If she's guilty, so am I.

So am I
So am I
So am I
So am I

If she's guilty, so am I, if she's forgotten, how to cry,
If she seems lonely, don't know why,
If she's guilty, so am I

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DON S. REID, HAROLD WILSON REID