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