Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way she should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I 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 owing my heart out
Doesn't love me like I love her
No, nobody oould
I got it bad
And that ain't good
Like a lonely weeping willow
Who's lost in the wood
I got it bad
And that ain't good
And the things
I tell my pillow
No, nobody should
I got it bad, I got it bad
And it's no good
Though folks with good intentions
They tell me to save up my tears
I'm glad I'm mad about her
I oan't live without her
Lord above make her love me
The way that she should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
I got it bad
And that ain't good
No good
No good
No good
No good