Cry For The Bad Man Lyrics - Gimme Back My Bullets - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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 feet 

Now I'm so much wiser 

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 

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 money from me you 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 

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 

Let's cry for this bad man 

I wrote a song for the bad man br>oh let's cry for this bad man 

I wrote a song for the bad man 

Oh baby straight to you 

He's so bad, so bad