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 crying my heart out He don't love me like I love him Nobody could 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 Like a lonely weeping willow Lost in the wood The things I tell my pillow Nobody should I got it bad and that ain't good