Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
Well, I've got it bad
And that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got it so bad
And that ain't good

And when the week is over
And Sunday rolls around
My man and me, we gin some
We pray some, and sin some

He don't love me like I love him
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good