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 feets   Now I'm so much wiser   But 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 it's supposed to be   But 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 my money from me   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 it's supposed to be   Well, 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 that's deadly      Oh, 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   Oh no, he's so bad, bad, bad