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 it 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