Company, always on the run

Destiny is the rising sun

I was born six gun in my hand

Behind the gun I make my final stand

That's why they call me



Bad company, I can't deny

Bad, bad company

'Til the day I die



Rebel soul, deserters we are called

Chose a gun and threw away the sword

Now these towns, they all know our names

Six gun sound is our claim to fame

I can hear 'em say



Bad company, and I won't deny

Bad, bad company

'Til the day I die