Good, Good Man

I’m a good, good, good man but I’ve got a bad reputation

I’m a good, good, good man but I’ve got a bad reputation

I’m always at the right place

But at the wrong time

God is my witness

I always mind my own business

I’m a good, good, good man but the city life has brought some

complications, oh yes indeed

I’m a good, good man, good but I’ve got a bad reputation

When I lived in the country

I grew my herbs in the backyard

And my neighbors never troubled me

I’ve got to clear my name

Before they bury me six and a half feet under

I’ve got to clear my name

Cos the burden of truth rests heavy on my shoulders, oh lord

I’m a good, good, good man

But I’ve got a bad reputation, oh lord

I’m a good, good, good man

But I’ve got a bad, bad reputation