“Nobody’s Fault But Mine”, or “It’s Nobody’s Fault But Mine” is a traditional American song. The first known recorded version was performed by Blind Willie Johnson. It has been covered and interpreted numerous times, perhaps most famously in this version by Led Zeppelin.
Robert Plant was recovering...
[Chorus]
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
[Verse 1]
Oh, nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine, yeah
Trying to save my soul tonight
[Refrain]
Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine
[Verse 2]
Devil he taught me to roll
Devil he taught me to roll-oll-oll, oh
How to roll the lot you like
[Refrain]
It's nobody's fault but mine
[Chorus]
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
[Harmonica Solo]
[Verse 3]
Brother he showed me the gong
Brother he showed me the ding dong ding dong
How to kick that gong to life
[Refrain]
Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine
[Verse 4]
Got a monkey on my back
M-m-m-m-m-monkey on my back, back, back, back
Gonna change my ways tonight
[Refrain]
Nobody's fault but mine
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Aah, aah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
[Outro]
Aah, aah, ah, aah
Aah, aah, ah, aah
How to kick that gong to light
N-n-n-n-n-n-n-nobody's fault
Nobody’s Fault But Mine was written by Blind Willie Johnson & Robert Plant & Jimmy Page.
Nobody’s Fault But Mine was produced by Jimmy Page.
Led Zeppelin released Nobody’s Fault But Mine on Wed Mar 31 1976.
Rolling Stone ranked it as Led Zeppelin’s #23 song, saying:
A sci-fi blues lament that amplifies Blind Willie Johnson’s stark original; Plant confesses his sins and scrapes notes from the bottom of his throat, and the opening may be Page’s last truly epic blues riff – billowy and distant, like an S...