Freddie-Mance Lipscomb

Lord, Freddie's woman she done something She had never done before She was in the bed with another man Made Freddie's pallet on the floor He got mad, he got bad, With his gun, in his hand Freddie woman saw him coming Went and fell down on her knees I could hear her crying, "Now Freddie, Spare my life if you please. I know your mad, you got bad, With your gun in your hand." Freddie meet the policeman With his big gun in his hand "Fred I heard you done killed your woman" He said, "Yes, I'm lookin' for that man. He made me mad, I got bad, With my gun in my hand." Freddie said, "Looka here judge Judge, wouldn't-a you got mad you'd-a come home and found your woman With another man in your bed? You'd got mad, you'd got bad, With your gun, in your hand." Freddie said, "Now mama, mama you have let me go Cause the woman mistreated me and I had to shoot her so I got mad, I got bad With my gun in my hand." Now Freddie say he lay down Tried not to pay her no mind But awhile before day Freddie awoke Heard some springs cryin' He got mad, he got bad, With his gun in his hand Freddie's papa told Freddie, "Son, here's what you done wrong: When you found out that woman won't treat you right Son, why didn't you let her alone? You got mad, you got bad, With your gun in your hand." Freddie said, "Looka here papa, Papa wouldn't you got mad, you'd-a come home and found mama With another man in your bed?" You'd got mad, you'd got bad With your gun, in your hand Freddie's papa said, "Yes, Son, I tell you what I'm gonna do... If the judge gives you forty years I'll have him pardon you for being mad, being bad With your gun in your hand." --- Lyrics submitted by Matthew Presti . These lyrics are not available for printing. -->