| 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 aroun' |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| Tho 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! |