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[Verse 1]
A                             C  D
Out on the open road we ride
A                             C  D
Rollin' thunder side by side
          G                        D
I like the leathery chrome, shinin' in the sun
A
People know I'm runnin' till the day is done
G                        D
Praise the wind screamin' on two wheels
 A
I love the way the highway feels

[Chorus]
F           G
Born to bad, livin' to ride
 A
A rebel gypsy, till the day I die
C                   D           A
American made is the best I ever had
F                   G
Bad is good, and now good is gone
 A                     D
I never hang around too long
F                 G            A     C  D
Livin' to ride and born to be bad

[Verse 2]
           A                              C  D
Through the badlands under a painted sky
 A                               C  D
A fairly distant ride we stride
G                         D
Tear it wide open, let the horses run
   A
The Harley's and the Indian's roar as one
G                    D
Watering hose that we had in town
A
Me and the boys are gonna bag it down

[Chorus]
F           G
Born to bad, livin' to ride
 A
A rebel gypsy, till the day I die
C                   D           A
American made is the best I ever had
F                   G
Bad is good, and now good is gone
 A                     D
I never hang around too long
F                 G            A
Livin' to ride and born to be bad

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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I was born for whiskey and rock'n'roll
       A                                C  D
I can't live my life on cruise control
       G                        D
I ain't lookin' for trouble, but understand
      A
If I'm cornered I can be a fairly dangerous man
G                   D
Motorcycle mamas for miles down the road
A
If you seen one you wanna steal my own

[Chorus]
F           G
Born to bad, livin' to ride
 A
A rebel gypsy, till the day I die
C                   D           A
American made is the best I ever had
F                   G
Bad is good, and now good is gone
 A                     D
I never hang around too long
F                 G            A
Livin' to ride and born to be bad
F                 G                  A
Livin' to ride and born, born to be bad
C          D            A              C  D
Yeah, I was born to be bad, who's bad?

[Otro]
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