| Well, he walks so tall, to be so small
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| Never met a man who’s stranger
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| He lives his life for a dollar sign
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| And to deal with him is dangerous
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| Well, he knocked me down but I’m on my feet
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| Now I’m so much wiser
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| I’d rather quit and go back home
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| Than to deal with the money miser
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| Let’s cry for this bad man
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| I sing a song for the bad man
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| Well, you treat me right baby, I’ll treat you right
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| That’s the way it’s supposed to be
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| I put my faith down in my friend
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| And he almost put an end to me
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| Well I work seven days a week
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| Eight when I am able
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| When you take my money from me, you take food from my mama’s table
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| Let’s cry for this bad man
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| I wrote a song for the bad man
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| Oh baby you know who you are
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| Let’s cry for this bad man
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| I wrote a song for the bad man, way down in Georgia
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| Well, you treat me right baby, I’ll treat you right
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| That’s the way it’s supposed to be
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| I put my faith down in my friend
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| And he almost put an end to me
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| Well, when you take my money baby, when you hurt my family
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| It’s like walking through the swamps without no shoes
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| Step on a snake, it scares you
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| Let’s cry for this bad man
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| I wrote a song for the bad man
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| Let’s cry for this bad man
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| I wrote a song for the bad man
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| Oh baby straight to you
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| He’s so bad, so bad |