Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should 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 weekend´s over and Monday rolls around I end up like I start out, just cryin´ my heart out
Doesn´t love me like I love her, no, nobody could I got it bad and that ain´t good
Like a lonely weepin´ willow who´s lost in the wood I got it bad and that ain´t good And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should I got it bad, I got I bad, and it´s no good
Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears I´m glad I´m mad about her, I can´t live without her
Lord above, make her love me the way that she should I got it bad and that ain´t good
I got it bad and that ain´t good No good No good No good No good