(These Are) Bad Times The Grass Roots

These are bad times for me and my baby
We had a quarrel, a nasty fight
These are bad times for me and my baby
Oh, I've been up cryin' almost half the night

Now, a woman's like a fine glass; handle her with care
'Cause if she breaks away from you, yeah, buddy, you're nowhere
Well, I went and said some things that maybe I shouldn't-a said
Yeah, now I'm feelin' sorry; I went and lost my head

These are bad times for me and my baby
We had a quarrel, a nasty fight
These are bad times for me and my baby
Oh Lord, I've been up cryin', yeah, almost half the night

Oh, I miss the way you hold me, and you tell me things 're okay
When I come home exhausted from a long and weary day
Oh Lord, I need a helpin' hand; yeah, I'm so all alone
Tell her that I love her; oh, tell her to come home

I hear, oh I hear love is true; yeah, it can weather almost any storm
And sometimes, sometimes, baby, yeah, everything goes right
And sometimes, sometimes, oh, baby, this time I'm uptight

These are bad times for me and my baby
We had a quarrel, a nasty fight
These are bad times for me and my baby
Oh, I've been up cryin', baby, yeah, almost half the night, yeah