And when the fish are jumpin'
And Friday rolls around
My man and me, we gin some
And pray some, and sin some
Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should
Yeah, I got it bad and that ain't good, that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I've 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 cryin' my heart out
Lord, Lord, above me
You'd better to make that man love me
The way he should
I've got it bad, so bad and that ain't good
