I Got It Bad Lyrics - Big Maybelle

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 it so bad 

And that ain't good 

But when the fish are jumpin' 

And Friday rolls around 

My man an' I, we gin some 

We pray some, and sin some