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

Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got [Fm7]it so bad
And that ain't good

But when the fish are jumpin'
And Friday ɾolls around
My man an' I, we gin some
We pray some, and [Bm]sin some

He don't love me like [F]I love him
The way he should
I've got [Fm7]it bad
And that ain't good
Yes I've got [Fm7]it bad
And that ain't good