Cry for the bad man lyrics
WebBye, bye, baby, it's been a sweet love Yeah, yeah Though this feeling I can't change But please don't take it so badly 'Cause the Lord knows I'm to blame But if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And this bird you cannot change WebAm I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin' won't You tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin' one of my bets friends It's so strange and it's so strange When you get just a little money It's so strange, your so called friends Want to act just a little funny Yes they'll blame you
Cry for the bad man lyrics
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WebSo when I tell you, please understand, yeah That I do love you, love you man to man Oh yeah, alright I remember, oh, so well when the times were bad If I needed anything you'd give me all you had And when the troubles came you were by my side, yeah You said, "Use God as your guide, my son Don't you know he's alive, he's alive, oh yeah" WebI don't know where you been last night I think Mama, you ain't doin' right Say I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know little a 'bout love Baby I'll guess the rest Yes sir Well my eyes don't read them daily news 'Cause it ain't hard to figure where people get the blues
WebI'm a travelin' man Travelin' man Travelin' man, that's what I am Travelin' man, oh that's what I am Travelin' man that's what I am, no woman puts a hold on me You'll see me once or maybe twice that's all you'll see of me No, all you pretty women Lord, I hope you understand Don't be a fool Lord no and put your heart in a travelin' man WebYes, a dozen to you is too few I'm gonna shoot you and end your world Then you won't bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer Cheatin' woman, gonna shoot ya Oh, woman, why you do me Oh, Lord, the way you do I done everything I can, baby Seems like nothin' reaches you I'm gonna get that pistol, gal I'm gonna shoot you and all your pals
Web'Cause I'll be comin' home soon to keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely that I feel I can't go on And it feels so good inside, baby just to call you on the telephone, I said Baby, I love you What more can I say? Baby, I need you I miss you more everyday I woke up early this mornin' and sun came shining down Cry for the Bad Man Lyrics [Verse 1] 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 Well, he knocked...
WebOh 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 …
WebSep 24, 2014 · Lynyrd Skynyrd - Cry for The Bad Man Recorded Live: 3/7/1976 - Winterland - San Francisco, CA More Lynyrd Skynyrd at Music Vault: … shoelace lightsWebWell 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. … raceway in electricalWebIt ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole The hand guns are made for killin' They ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like to drink your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me Mr. Saturday night special shoelace locking systemsWebListen to Cry For The Bad Man on Spotify. Lynyrd Skynyrd · Song · 1976. shoelace line cutterWebLynyrd Skynyrd tabs, chords, guitar, bass, ukulele chords, power tabs and guitar pro tabs including dont ask me no questions, call me the breeze, all i can do is write about it, cry for the bad ... raceway indoor sports entertainmentWebFeb 13, 2014 · Songwriters: Allen Collins;Ronnie Van Zant;Gary Rossington i screwed this up one time, but lets try it one more time Am Well he walks so tall to be so small C Dm … shoe lace lock kidsWebFeel so lonely, I wish I could cry Suicidal, not man enough to die Can't remember ever feelin' this low Take another hit babe, here I go Junkie, junkie man Yonder come a man, Lord he's got my snow Help me out babe, get down low But I can't remember things I used to know The Lord knows I'm to blame Take another hit Lord, and let the four winds blow shoelace loop