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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 And when the fish are jumping And Friday 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 Like a lonely weeping willow Lost in the wood Oh, I got it bad And that ain't good From Letras Mania