Freddie - Mance Lipscomb

Now 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

Come with his gun in his hand

Freddie’s woman saw him coming

Went and fell down on her knees

I can hear her cryin' now: «Freddie

Spare my life if you please

I know you’re mad, you got bad

And with a gun in your hand!'

Freddie meets the policeman

With his big gun in his hand

«Fred, 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»

Freddie said: «Look-a-here ]udge

Judge wouldn’t you have 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

Took your gun in your hand.»

Freddie say: «Now Mama

Mama you have to let me go

Cause the woman’s mistreated me

And I had to shoot her so

You’d got mad, I got bad

With my gun in my hand.»

Now Freddie say he laid down

Tried not to pay no mind

But a while befo' day

Freddie was woke, heard some stranger

He got mad, he got bad

He put his gun in his hand

«Freddie!»

Papa told Freddie

«Son, here where you done wrong

When you saw that that woman wasn’t treatin' you

Son, why didn’t you let her alone?

You got mad, you got bad

With your gun in your hand.»

Freddie said: «Look-a-here Papa

Papa, wouldn’t you got mad

You’da 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’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do

If the judge give you forty years

I’ll have em pardon you

For being bad, mad

With your gun.»