| Now on the night I arrived
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| My daddy said «Sake's Alive!»
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| It’s the meanest one that we’ve had yet
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| Teethed on tin and weaned on gin
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| I was nobody’s teacher’s pet
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| I grew up rough and mean
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| In my early teens
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| And I didn’t want to go to school
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| I called no man «Sir»
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| Work was a dirty word
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| My biggest kick was breakin' the rules
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| So when you see me comin' get away
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| The ones that didn’t ain’t around today
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| The sweetest piece of lovin' any girl ever had
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| I’m here to tell you boys I was born to be bad
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| Born, Born to be bad
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| I was Born
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| Born to be bad
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| Now when I reached 21 I knew the time had come
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| I had that old ramblin' itch
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| Breaking little girls hearts I tore the world apart
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| A guitar playin' son of a (guitar)
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| Born to be bad
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| That is the story of my life
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| Doin' things wrong was my way of doin' things right
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| Now when I’m gray and old
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| And my story is told
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| I know what the people will say
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| They’ll be glad to see me go
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| But the little girls’ll know
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| I was bad till my dyin' day
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| So when you see me comin' get away
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| The ones that didn’t ain’t around today
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| The sweetest piece of loving any girl ever had
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| I’m here to tell you boys I was born to be bad
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| Born, Born to be bad
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| I was Born
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| Born to be bad
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| Born to be bad
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| That is the story of my life
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| Doin' things wrong was my way of doin' things right
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| Now when I’m old and gray
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| And I’ve had my day
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| I know what the people will do
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| They’ll be glad to see me go
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| But the little girls’ll know
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| I was bad till the day I was Through
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| So when you see me comin' get away
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| The ones that didn’t ain’t around today
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| The sweetest piece of loving any girl ever had
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| I’m here to tell you boys I was born to be bad
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| Born, Born to be bad
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| I was Born
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| Born to be bad
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| I was Born
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| Born to be bad, yeah
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| Bad! |