(Duke Ellington - Paul Francis Webster)


Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

Cause 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

My man and me, we pray some,

We gin some and sin some


He don't love me

Like I love him

Nobody could

I got it bad, and that ain't good


Now 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


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 ain't good