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

Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should 'Cause 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 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 Now 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 lonesome weeping willow lost in the wood The way I hug my pillow No woman should