Mance Lipscomb - Freddie lyrics

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 k**ed 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."