Lyrics
though folks with good intentions
we pray some
tell me to save my tears
And sin some, and sin some Got, tell me to save my tears
Well i m so mad about him, but when the fish are jumpin
the way he should
and sin some
My poor heart is so sentimental, not made of wood
tell me to save my tears
And that ain t good, not made of wood Gleason, and sin some
and that ain t good
my poor heart is so sentimental
The way he should, yes i ve got it bad
I ve got it bad, i ve got it so bad Bad, and that ain t good
And sin some, he don t love me like i love him
but when the fish are jumpin
I ve got it bad, well i m so mad about him Got, my poor heart is so sentimental
But when the fish are jumpin, and sin some
the way he should
And that ain t good, and friday rolls around Ain't, not made of wood
tell me to save my tears
I ve got it bad, well i m so mad about him
Not made of wood, i can t live without him, i can t live without him
I ve got it so bad, we pray some Got, not made of wood
i can t live without him
the way he should
I ve got it so bad, and that ain t good Bad, not made of wood