Dave Van Ronk — Freddie

Ahh, Freddie's wife done something she ain't never done before In the bed with another man, made Freddie's pallet on the floor It made him mad He got bad He got his gun in his hand When Freddie's wife saw Freddie, fell down on her knees Pleading with her husband, "Don't take my life, oh, please!" I know you're mad Ya got bad You got your gun in your hand Ahh, Freddie said to the judge, "Well, judge, what would ya do? If you found your wife with another man, well, you'd get pretty mad too You'd get mad You'd get bad You'd get your gun in your hand" Well, Freddie's papa said, "Freddie, there's a-one thing you done wrong When you saw your wife with that other man, why didn't you leave 'em alone Ya got mad Aw, bad You got your gun in your hand" Ahh, Freddie said, "Papa, papa what would ya do? You found mama with another man, well, you'd get pretty mad too You'd get mad Aw, bad You'd get your gun in your hand" You get mad You get bad Get your gun in your hand You get mad