Mel Torm — I Got It Bad And That Aint Good

Never treats me sweet and gentle The way she 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 When the weekend's over Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Crying my heart out Lord above me Make her love me The way that she should I got it bad And that ain't good But when the fish are jumpin' And Friday rolls around My gal and I, we gin some And pray some, sin some Lord above me Make her love me The way she should I got it bad, real bad And that ain't good