Jim Jackson - I'm a Bad Bad Man lyrics

Oh, I went down, turkey feast People behaving just as like wild beasts Had everything, money could 'ford People had enough for to feel most full A one-eyed girl, her name was Lizzie I looked in her face and she made me dizzy She turned around, tried to flush With hair on her head like a scrubbing brush She looked like one grizzly bear Oysters stewed, oysters fried Oysters down there had never died Strawberry shortcake, cake wasn't short The chickens had never been bought Big Black Dooley, from the West He had bullet holes through his chest He got down, walked right in All he wanted, a drink of gin Little Mac Dooley went to draw his knife Draw his knife for just to swear my life Swear my life, I'll be gone When I get there, I'm gwine 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 the bad, bad land Well, it's put on your slick shoes, chillens Sprinkle an' paint, you want to paint Now, don't disgrace our colored race Now listen to what I say Go and put on your slick shoes, chillens It's time to make your mark Now don't come yella, 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 a 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 scatter quick They go at any time Don't fuss, sir, with his money For when he lays it down He'll chop enough meat off of 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