I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)

Though folks with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

Well I'm so mad about him

I can't live without himNever treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't goodMy poor heart is so sentimental

Not made of wood

I've got it so bad

And that ain't goodBut when the fish are jumpin'

And Friday rolls around

My man an' I, we gin some

We pray some, and sin some