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He's a bad man from The Badlands |
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Like a worthless plug nickel o' wood |
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Just a bad man from The Badlands |
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And he'll never 'mount to anything good
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Some men fight for love and glory |
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And they live their level best |
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Other men are born from worry |
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With a cold heart in their chest |
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Though you might not tell a good man |
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By the color of his hat |
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If you've got to track a bad man |
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Where he's from is where he's at |
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He's a bad man from The Badlands |
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Like a worthless plug nickel o' wood |
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Just a bad man from The Badlands |
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And he'll never 'mount to anything good
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He's as wild as seven deuces |
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In
a crooked poker hand |
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An' he'll shoot with no excuses |
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Why your blood spills on the sand |
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He will steal what's for the taking |
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Sure's
he broke his mama's heart |
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The escape route he'll be making |
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Marks The Badlands on the chart |
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He's a bad man from The Badlands |
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Like a worthless plug nickel o' wood |
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Just a bad man from The Badlands |
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And he'll never 'mount to anything good
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He rode in on his black stallion |
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On
one dark and dreary day |
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Got his eye caught on some gal in |
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The
saloon across the way
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He's a man who takes his chances |
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But he doesn't play 'em smart |
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She turned down his cheap advances |
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So he shot her through the heart
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He's a bad man from The Badlands |
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Like a worthless plug nickel o' wood |
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Just a bad man from The Badlands |
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And he'll never 'mount to anything good
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