I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good

And when the fish are jumpin'

And Friday rolls around

My man and me, we gin some

And pray some, and sin some

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should

Yeah, I got it bad and that ain't good, 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 weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

just cryin' my heart out

Lord, Lord, above me

You'd better to make that man love me

The way he should

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