Nothing so Bad

There ain't nothing so very good As this love in its morning When it comes with its promises And leaves without warning There ain't nothing I can do about This fever in my head Oh, things I can't say out loud Things that I dread There ain't nothing so bad, now As a good man done wrong There's blood on my hands Honey now- What have I done Honey, what have I done... One day I woke up Forgot all my dreams And it's driving me to distraction, honey Would you listen to me please Every man is a prisoner Of his own desire Oh, a good man got done some wrong Gets caught in its fire There ain't nothing so bad, now As a good man done wrong There's blood on my hands Honey now, what have we done Honey what have we done (...It was a slip of the tonue Now the plague has begun...)