(Gary Rossington -- Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)

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

Wellyou treat me right babyI 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

Wellyou treat me right babyI 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
Wellwhen 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 badso bad

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