Patti Page (born Clara Ann Fowler on November 8, 1927 in Claremore, Oklahom… Read Full Bio ↴Patti Page (born Clara Ann Fowler on November 8, 1927 in Claremore, Oklahoma (some sources give Muskogee, Oklahoma), died January 1, 2013 Encinitas, California) is one of the best-known female singers in traditional pop music. She is the best-selling female artist of the 1950s and was among the first to cross over from country music to pop. Her recording career spans the years 1947 to 1981. Page continued to perform live up until her death at 85. She was billed as "The Singing Rage, Miss Patti Page".

In 1974 and 1975, she recorded for Avco Records, and, in 1981, recorded for Plantation Records, her most recent record label. Page's most recent single to appear on any Billboard chart was the 1982 #80 country single, "My Man Friday". (She last appeared on the pop chart in 1968, with her version of O.C. Smith's hit, "Little Green Apples", and on the Adult Contemporary chart with "Give Him Love" in 1971.)

Page made the country chart in up to 1983, with her biggest hit during that time being "Hello, We're Lonely," a 1973 #14 duet with Tom T. Hall.

In the 1990s, Page started her own label, C.A.F. Records. In 1998, she won a Grammy as "Best Traditional Pop Singer". Page continued to record into the new millenium with the CDs BRAND NEW TENNESSEE WALTZ, SWEET SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS (2002), CHILD OF MINE (2003) and her last 2009 release BEST OF COUNTRY. Many of her songs have a strong beat to them that prelude rock 'n' roll. These titles include "Mister and Mississippi", "Detour" and "Cross Over the Bridge". In 1956, she married choreographer Charles O'Curran. They adopted two children, a daughter, Kathleen, and a son, Daniel O'Curran.

I Got It Bad
Patti Page Lyrics

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Never treat me sweet and gentle, the way he should
I've got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is oh, sentimental, not made of wood
I've got it bad and sweetheart that ain't good

But when the weekend's over
And Monday roll around
I, I end up like I start out

Cryin', cryin' my heart out, yeah

He don't love me like I love him
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody could
Said, I got it bad now
Oh Lord, said now and I, that ain't, that ain't good

Like a lonely weepin' willow
Said lost, oh yeah, I'm lost in the wood
Said, I'm, I got it bad now
Oh, yeah, that ain't good

Listen and the things I, I tell, I tell my pillow
No woman, oh, no woman should
Say, I got it bad, I got it bad, no, no
That ain't, that ain't good

Though the folks with good, good intention
They tell me, tell me to save my tears
But I'm glad, I'm mad about him, oh, yeah
And I say, I can't, I can't live without him, oh Lord

Lord above me, make him, make him love me
The way, the way he should
I got it bad now, say, now that ain't good
No, no, that ain't good

Say now, Lord above me, make him love me
The way, the way he should
I said, I got it bad, I got it bad, oh Lord
That ain't good, that ain't good

That ain't, that ain't good
I, I got it bad and that ain't good

That ain't, no, no
That ain't, that ain't, that ain't good

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Patti Page's "I Got it Bad" describe a woman's unrequited love. She laments that her lover does not treat her sweetly or gently, causing her to become emotional and sentimental. Her heart is not made of wood, implying that she is sensitive and vulnerable to the way her lover treats her. However, despite her suffering, she cannot help but love him deeply. The entire week, she finds herself crying, longing for his love.

The woman acknowledges that her love for him is greater than his love for her. She compares herself to a lonely, weeping willow that is lost in the wood. She confides in her pillow, letting out her emotions, but acknowledges that no woman should feel this way. She recognizes that people with good intentions tell her to save her tears, but she cannot help but feel drawn to her lover. She pleads with the Lord to intervene and make him love her the way he should.

Overall, Patti Page's "I Got it Bad" is a poignant reminder of the pain of unrequited love. The woman's vulnerability and deep emotions are palpable, making it easy to feel the same heartache she feels.

Line by Line Meaning

Never treat me sweet and gentle, the way he should
He doesn't treat me the way a loving partner should.

I've got it bad and that ain't good
I'm in love with him, but it's not good because he doesn't feel the same way.

My poor heart is oh, sentimental, not made of wood
I'm emotional and deeply affected by my unrequited love.

But when the weekend's over And Monday roll around I, I end up like I start out Cryin', cryin' my heart out, yeah
Despite trying to distract myself on weekends, I always end up crying because of my unrequited love.

He don't love me like I love him Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody could Said, I got it bad now Oh Lord, said now and I, that ain't, that ain't good
He doesn't love me as deeply as I love him, and I'm struggling with this unrequited love.

Like a lonely weepin' willow Said lost, oh yeah, I'm lost in the wood Said, I'm, I got it bad now Oh, yeah, that ain't good
I feel lost and alone, like a crying willow in the forest.

Listen and the things I, I tell, I tell my pillow No woman, oh, no woman should Say, I got it bad, I got it bad, no, no That ain't, that ain't good
I confide in my pillow about my unrequited love, but I know this level of heartbreak isn't good for anyone.

Though the folks with good, good intention They tell me, tell me to save my tears But I'm glad, I'm mad about him, oh, yeah And I say, I can't, I can't live without him, oh Lord
Although people advise me not to cry over him, I can't help it because I'm deeply in love with him and can't imagine living without him.

Lord above me, make him, make him love me The way, the way he should I got it bad now, say, now that ain't good No, no, that ain't good
I plead with a higher power to make him love me the way he should because I'm struggling with this unrequited love.

Say now, Lord above me, make him love me The way, the way he should I said, I got it bad, I got it bad, oh Lord That ain't good, that ain't good That ain't, that ain't good I, I got it bad and that ain't good That ain't, no, no That ain't, that ain't, that ain't good
I repeat my plea to a higher power and lament the pain I'm experiencing because of my unrequited love.

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Duke Ellington, Paul Francis Webster

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