Cry For The Bad Man (1976/Live At Bill Graham's Winterland)

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 its 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 its 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

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