Nothing So Bad

There ain't nothing so very good
 As this love in its morning
 When it comes with its promises
 And leaves without warning
 There ain't nothing I can do about
 This fever in my head
 Oh, things I can't say out loud
 Things that I dread
 There ain't nothing so bad, now
 As a good man done wrong
 There's blood on my hands
 Honey now-
 What have I done
 Honey, what have I done...
 One day I woke up
 Forgot all my dreams
 And it's driving me to distraction, honey
 Would you listen to me please
 Every man is a prisoner
 Of his own desire
 Oh, a good man got done some wrong
 Gets caught in its fire
 There ain't nothing so bad, now
 As a good man done wrong
 There's blood on my hands
 Honey now, what have we done
 Honey what have we done
 (...It was a slip of the tonue
 Now the plague has begun...)