Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
cause I got it bad, and that aint good
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I got it bad, and that aint good
But when the weekends over
And monday rolls around
My man and me,
We pray some,
We gin some
And sin some
He dont love me
Like I love him
Nobody could
I got it bad, and that aint good
Now folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Im glad Im mad about him
I cant live without him
Lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should
Like a lonesome weeping willow
Lost in the wood
The way I hug my pillow
No woman should
Because I got it bad, and that aint good
