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