The Outlaws (Southern Rock Band) - Born To Be Bad lyrics

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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) Yeah, I was born to be bad Who's bad?