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