Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he 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 fish are jumpin'

And Friday rolls around

My man and me we gin some

And pray some and sin some

He don't love me like I love him

Nobody could

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

Like a lonely weeping willow

Lost in the wood

Lord I got it bad

And that ain't good