| Some people call me a cowboy
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| But I don’t know, I don’t ride no more
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| I gave it up for the city
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| Those painted women that I adore
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| I was raised in the badlands
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| Where men are mean and the children are sore
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| But they got nothing on you, girl
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| You’re so bad, you’re the devil’s door
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| Cause you’re so bad (so bad)
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| Woman you make a fool out of me, yes you do
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| And you’re so sad, woman you got control of me (so bad)
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| Yes you do, and I know you know I do
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| Some people call me a cowboy
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| But there’s no question, I’ve changed my ways
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| Hand in hand with the devil
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| Gonna find me an early grave
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| Cause you’re so bad (so bad)
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| Woman you make a fool of me, now yes you do, yes you do
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| And you’re so sad (so sad), you got control of me, oh yeah
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| Yes, you’re so bad (so bad), woman you go control of me, yeah
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| And you so bad, woman you make a fool of me (so sad) |