I've 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

Embrace some, and sin some

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should

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

And 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 had better make him love me

The way he should

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