Bad Man Coming - Crooked Fingers

Don’t you know, there’s a bad man coming?

Creeping down through the spanish moss, and trees

Rising up hear the black heart pounding

Through the dark as you drift gently in deep sleep

Oh here he comes by the light of the dull grey 'morn

Brave men talk but a brave man has no use

A hero is only a lucky fool, you see

And lately your luck has been as bad as bad can be

It seems like we’ve seen him come before

It seems like we’ve seen him go

And just when you think, that you’ve seen them all

Another bad man shows

Up killing what you adore

There’s no telling what’s in store

Just sit tight, there ain’t nothin you can do

Cuz tonight, tonight a bad man is coming for you

Yes tonight, little darling a bad man is coming for you

Yes tonight tonight a bad man is coming for you