never treats me sweet and gentle the way he 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 fish are jumpin 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 nobody could i got it bad and that ain t good like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood lord i got it bad and that ain t good