Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Robert Rossington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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