Though folks with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

Well I'm so mad about him

I can't live without him

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental

Not made of wood

I've got it so bad

And that ain't good

But when the fish are jumpin'

And Friday rolls around

My man an' I

We gin some

We pray some

And sin some

He don't love me like I love him

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

Yes I've got it bad

And that ain't good