From the album Gimme Back My Bullets.

Well, he walks so tall, to be so small,
Never met a man that's stranger.
Lives his life for the dollar sign
And to deal with him is dang'rous.

Well, he knocked me down but I'm on my feet,
Now I'm so much wiser.
I'd rather quit and go back home
Than to deal with the money miser.

Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
Let us cry for the bad man.
Ah-ooh, oo-oo-ooh,
I wrote 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 it 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

Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
Let us cry for the bad man
Ah-ooh, oo-oo-ooh,
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh, baby, you know who you are.

Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
Let us cry for the bad man.
Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
I wrote a song for the bad man.
Way down home 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 it almost put an end to me.

Well when you take my money, baby,
When you hurt my family,
It's like walking through the swamp without no shoes,
You step on a snake that's deadly.

Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
Let us cry for the bad man
Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
I wrote a song for the bad man

Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
Let us cry for the bad man
Ah-ooh, ooo-ooo-ooh,
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh, baby, straight to you,
You know
He's a bad, bad, man.

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