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I Got It Bad (and That Ain't Good)
Never treats me sweet & gentle
The way he should
'cause i got it bad, & that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I got it bad, & that ain't good
But when the weekend's over
And monday rolls around
My man & me,
We pray some,
We gin some
And sin some
He don't love me
Like i love him
Nobody could
I got it bad, & that ain't good
Now folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
I'm glad i'm mad about him
I can't live without him
Lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should
Like a lonesome weeping willow
Lost in the wood
The way i hug my pillow
No woman should
Because i got it bad, & that ain't good
