Never treat me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I got it bad and that ain't good

My poor hearts is sentimental

Not made of wood

I got it bad and that ain't good

But when when the weekend's over

And Friday rolls around

My man and me we pray some

Then gin some then sin some

Lord above me

Make him love me

The way he should

I got it bad and that ain't good

Now he don't love me

He don't love me like I love him

Why nobody could

I got it bad and that ain't good

I got it bad how you feel it so bad

Bad bad