I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way she should

I've got it bad, and that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental

Not made of wood

I've got it bad, and that ain't good

But when the week is over

And Friday rolls around

My girl and me

We gin some

And pray some

And sin some

She don't love me like I love her

Nobody could

I've got it bad, and that ain't good

The friends with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

I'm glad I'm mad about her

I can't live without her

Like a lonely weeping willow

Lost in the wood

Lord, I've got it bad, and that ain't good