Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
'Cause 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 fish are jumping
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
No, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good
Now maybe I'm wrong to feel the way I do
I know my heart
Would never take somebody new
Got it bad and that ain't good