Cry For The Bad Man
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
Well, he knocked me down, but I'm on my feet
Now I'm so much wiser
I'd rather quit and a-go back home
Than to deal with the money miser
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ah-ooh) 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'll 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
And when you take my money from me
You take food from my mama's table
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby, you know who you are
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) 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
But 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, it scares you
(Ah-ooh) oh, let us cry for this bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) oh, let us cry for this bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby, straight to you
Oh no, he's so bad, bad, bad
Never met a man who's stranger
He lives his life for a dollar sign
And to deal with him is dangerous
Well, he knocked me down, but I'm on my feet
Now I'm so much wiser
I'd rather quit and a-go back home
Than to deal with the money miser
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ah-ooh) 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'll 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
And when you take my money from me
You take food from my mama's table
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby, you know who you are
(Ah-ooh) let's cry for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) 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
But 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, it scares you
(Ah-ooh) oh, let us cry for this bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
(Ooh-ooh) oh, let us cry for this bad man
(Ooh-ooh) I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby, straight to you
Oh no, he's so bad, bad, bad
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Robert Rossington
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