Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a Bad, Bad Man, artist - Bruce YarnellDate of issue: 15.06.1988
Song language: English
I'm a Bad, Bad Man |
| I’m honored, I’m flattered |
| This greeting really mattered |
| This welcome is grand but I’m really concerned |
| I like your attention |
| But this I have to mention |
| You’re playing with fire and you’re apt to get burned |
| There’s a girl in Tennessee |
| Who’s sorry she met up with me |
| Can’t go back to Tennessee |
| I’m a bad, bad man |
| There’s a girl in Omaha |
| But I ran faster than her pa |
| Can’t go back to Omaha |
| I’m a bad, bad man |
| There’s a girl in Wyoming |
| And they’re combing Wyoming |
| To find the man in white |
| Who was out with her that night |
| There’s a girl in Arkansas |
| The sheriff is her brother-in-law |
| Can’t go back to Arkansas |
| I’m a bad, bad man |
| You’re making too much fuss |
| For we don’t give a tinker’s cuss |
| We’ve been out, yes, each of us |
| With a bad, bad man |
| We’ve been chasing up and down |
| That other show has just left town |
| And the one who played the clown |
| Was a bad, bad man |
| You may love us and leave us |
| But the parting won’t grieve us |
| We’ll turn the other cheek |
| When the minstrels come next week |
| When the show folks come to call |
| A girl may slip but she won’t fall |
| We’ll give some but won’t give all |
| To a bad, bad man |
| For years I have yearned to |
| Play towns I could return to |
| And «this may be it» from the way that you speak |
| I’m glad you’re not frightened |
| The atmosphere has brightened |
| And now let’s make plans for a wonderful week |
| Monday when my show is done |
| I’ll teach you how to shoot a gun |
| You may find it lots of fun |
| With a bad, bad man |
| Tuesday there’s no matinee |
| But I’ll be in my tent all day |
| You can come around and play |
| With a bad, bad man |
| Send your mothers on Wednesday |
| Because Wednesday’s old hens' day |
| But Thursday is sublime |
| I’ll have lots of open time |
| Friday night will be the test |
| If Saturday you’re still my guest |
| Sunday you can come and rest |
| With a bad, bad man |
| I’m enlightened but frightened |
| Tho' my interest you’ve heightened |
| It might turn out to be |
| That you’re much too much for me |
| So I’ll go back to my tent |
| And someday when you’re old and bent |
| Think of hours you might have spent |
| With a bad, bad man |