I
beg your name.
I
beg your name.
Well,
the men don't know,
but the little girls understand.
When everybody's
trying to sleep,
I'm somewhere making my
midnight dream.
Every morning with the rooster crow,
something tell me
I got to go.
I got to go.
I am a bad old man.
I am a bad old man.
Well,
the men don't know,
but the little girls understand.
They take me to the doctor,
shot through the hole,
nurse cried,
please save the soul,
killed
him for murder,
first degree,
judge wife cried,
let the man go free.
I am
a bad old man.
I
am a bad old man.
Well, the
men don't know,
but little
girls understand.
Stand down, cops
cried,
don't take him down.
Brother Pete dead,
six feet in the ground.
When you come home, you can eat
pork and beans.
I eat smoked chicken.
And the man say, I
am
a bad old man.
I am a bad old man.