(Pat McLaughlin/Roger Younger)

She was out last night till way past ten
Same thing all over again but with my best friend
Why'd she wanna make me so mad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad

Now when I asked her to go to sunday school
She went and called me a damned old fool
Now I don't understand
Why'd she wanna make me so sad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad

Here she comes
There she goes

Well I saved my money and I bought her a car
She got it stolen outside the bar
She looks good but she might not be
The kind of woman that im likley to need

Well I don't know why I let her walk on me
She's impolite as she can be
Now I'm startin to think
Hey maybe I've been had

I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad