Born To Be Bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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