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

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 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