Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should cause I got it bad, and that aint good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I got it bad, and that aint good But when the weekends over And monday rolls around My man and me, We pray some, We gin some And sin some He dont love me Like I love him Nobody could I got it bad, and that aint good Now folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Im glad Im mad about him I cant live without him Lord above me, Make him love me The way he should Like a lonesome weeping willow Lost in the wood The way I hug my pillow No woman should Because I got it bad, and that aint good
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