Title: Cry For The Bad Man
Album: Gimme Back My Bullets
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant Gary Rossington
Lyric:
Well, he walks so tall to be so small
Never met a man who's stranger
He lives his life for a dollar sign
And to deal with him is dangerous
He knocked me down but I'm on my feets
Now I'm so much wiser
But I'd rather quit and go back home
Than to deal with the money miser
Let's cry for this bad man
I sing a song for the bad man
Well, you treat me right, baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way it's supposed to be
But I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me
Well, I work seven days a week
Eight when I am able
When you take my money from me
Take food from my Mama's table
Let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby, you know who you are
Let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man
Way down in Georgia
Well, you treat me right, baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way it's supposed to be
Well, I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me
Well, when you take my money, baby
When you hurt my family
I go walkin' through the swamps
Without no shoes, step on a snake that's deadly
Oh, let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh, let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh, baby, straight to you
Oh no, he's so bad, bad, bad
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