Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I've got it so bad And that ain't good
But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me, we pray some, We gin some and sin some
He don't love me like I love him Nobody could I got it bad And that ain't good
Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears I'm glad I'm mad about him I can't live without him
Lord, above me Make him love me The way he should
Like a lonely weeping willow Lost in the wood The way I hug my pillow No woman should Because I got it bad And that ain't good
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