And when the fish are jumpin' And Friday rolls around My man and me, we gin some We pray some, and sin some
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 a bad luck And that ain't good
But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying my heart out
Lord, above me Make him love me The way he should I've got it bad, so bad And that ain't goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.