| Lyrics: | CRY FOR THE BAD MAN
He walks so tall to be so small,
I've never net a man
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 that to go back home,
than to deal with the money miser.
Ah oo,
let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, 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'm able.
When you take my money from me
you take food from my
momma's table.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the
bad man.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, 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 he almost put an end to
me.
Well, when you take my money, baby,
when you hurt my family
it's like walkin'
through the swamps with no shoes
and step on a snake, it's deadly.
Ah oo, let's
cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
Ah oo, let's cry
for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
- Gary
Rossington, Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant |
