I'm a Bad Bad Man

When I went down to Turkey Creek
People they was just like wild geese
Had everything money could buy
People had enough money to buy a month's food
One I saw, her name was Lizzie
I looked in her face and she made me dizzy
She turned around, tried to blush
With hair on her head like a scrubbing brush
She looked like one grizzly bear
All she chewed, all she fried
All she found that hadn't ever died
Shortcake, shortcake, the cake was short
Chickens had never been bought
Big MacDooley from the West
He had bullet holes through his chest
He got down, walked right in
All he wanted was a drink of gin
Little MacDooley was a drawing knife
Drawing knife would have swam my life
Swam my life, I'll be gone
When I get there, I'm gonna sing this song

I'm a bad, bad man from bad, bad land
Nobody knows how bad I am
I don't care police, judge and a jury
I'm a man from bad, bad land

Well, you put on your slick shoes, children
Drink a little paint you wanna paint
Now don't disgrace our colored race
Now listen to what I say
Go put on your slick shoes, children
It's time to make your mark
Now don't come yellow, but come the right color
For God's sake don't come dark

For I'm a bad, bad man from bad, bad land
Nobody knows how bad I am
I don't care police, judge or jury
I'm a man from a bad, bad land

Give a colored man a white handle razor
And a crap game he will find
He makes these other boys gather quick
They go at any time
Don't tussle with his money
Oh when he lays it down
He'll chop enough meat off your head
For to feed all the dogs in town

For he's a bad, bad man from bad, bad land
Nobody knows how bad I am
I don't care police, judge and a jury
I'm a man from a bad, bad land