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