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Well I'm a half-ton son of a gun with a suitcase full of pistols and money.

Come dawn, woman, I'm gone but tonight can be your lifetime honey.
God damn girl. I'm your man girl. I'll get your engine singin'.
This sounds good, let me under your hood and we can find out what I'm bringin'.

I'm one bad man.
One bad man.

Well I'm a blood hound heading straight down looking for some women and whiskey.
A bar fight to start the night, Then I'm looking for a kitty to frisk me.
Nice legs, making me beg, Your mini and your rattlesnake smile.
Well it's late, we go back to your place, I'll rattle your cage for a while.

I'm one bad man.
One bad man.

The next mornin', you're still snorin'. Pick my leathers up off the floor.
Rifle through your purse. Got to quench my thirst and I'm headin' straight out your door.
Well well, see me in hell. Why don't that surprise me none?
Some day I'll be back this way. Does your sister want to have some fun?

I'm one bad man. Yeah! Ooh!
One bad man.
One bad man.
One bad man.
One bad man.
One bad man.

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