I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good - Ivy Anderson

Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way he 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 fish are jumping

And Friday rolls around

My man and me, we gin some

And pray some and sin some

He don't love me like I love him

Nobody could

I got it bad and that ain't good

Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood

Lord I got it bad and that ain't good