Lyrics Born to Be Bad - The Outlaws
Out
on
the
open
road
we
ride
Rollin'
thunder
side
by
side
I
like
the
leathery
chrome,
shinin'
in
the
sun
People
know
I'm
runnin'
till
the
day
is
done
Praise
the
wind
screamin'
on
two
wheels
I
love
the
way
the
highway
feels
Born
to
bad,
livin'
to
ride
A
rebel
gypsy,
till
the
day
I
die
American
made
is
the
best
I
ever
had
Bad
is
good,
and
now
good
is
gone
I
never
hang
around
too
long
Livin'
to
ride
and
born
to
be
bad
Through
the
bad
lands
under
a
painted
sky
A
fairly
distant
ride
we
stride
Tear
it
wide
open,
let
the
horses
run
The
Harley's
and
the
Indian's
roar
as
one
Watering
hose
that
we
had
in
town
Me
and
the
boys
are
gonna
bag
it
down
Whoo,
here
we
go!
I
was
born
for
whiskey,
and
rock'n'roll
I
can't
live
my
life
on
cruise
control
I
ain't
lookin'
for
trouble,
but
understand,
If
I'm
cornered
I
can
be
a
fairly
dangerous
man
Motorcycle
mamas
for
miles
down
the
road
If
you
seen
one
you
wanna,
steal
my
own
Yeah,
I
was
born
to
be
bad
Who's
bad?
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