Refrain 1:
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 weekend’s over and Monday rolls around,
I end up like I start out just cryin’ my heart out.
He don’t love me like I love him, nobody could.
I got it bad and that ain’t good.

Refrain 2: Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain’t good.
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should.
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.
I got it bad and that ain’t good.