Bad Man Coming Songtext

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.