| I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good |
|---|
| 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 |
