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 © DUCHESS MUSIC CORPORATION; GET LOOSE MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com