Freddie Songtext
von Mance Lipscomb

Now, Freddy′s woman, she done something
She hadn't never done before
She was in the bed with another man
Made Fred spatter on the floor
He got mad, he got bad
With his gun in his hand
Freddy′s woman saw him coming
Went and fell down on her knees
I can hear her crying, now Freddy
"Spare my life, if you please
I know you're mad, you got bad
With your gun in your hand"
Freddy meets the policeman
With his big gun in his hand
"Freddy, I heard you done killed your woman"
He said, "Yes, I'm looking for that man
He made me mad, I got bad
With my gun in my hand"
Freddy said, "Look-a here, Judge
Judge, wasn′t you got mad?


You′d-a come at home and find your woman
With another man in your bed
You got mad, you got bad
With your gun in your hand"
Freddy say, "Now mama
Mama, you have to let me go
'Cause your woman mistreated me
And I had to shoot her, so
I got mad, I got bad
With my gun"
Now, Freddy say he lay down
Tried not to pay no mind
But awhile ′fore day, Freddy was woke
Heard something strange
He got mad, he got bad
With his gun in his hand
Freddy's papa told Freddy
"Son, here′s where you done wrong
When you found out that woman wasn't treatin′ you right
Son, why didn't you let her alone?
You got mad, you got bad
With your gun in your hand"
Freddy said, "Look-a here, Papa
Papa, wasn't you got mad?
You′d-a come at home and found mama
With another man in your bed
You got mad, you got bad
With your gun in your hand"
Freddy′s papa said, "Yes
Son, I'll tell you what I′m gonna do
If the judge give you forty years
I'll have him pardon you
For being bad, bad
With your gun"