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?