I've got a pistol that's eager to shoot.I'm just an ornery sort of a brute.I've got 20 corrals just to hold all my gals.They say I'm wicked, but think that I'm cute.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.Well, now, I've got a pistol, but I never draw.I get my results keeping inside the law.When I sing and I play, women give me my way.I'm just the slickest thing that they ever saw.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.I like a gal, and I just *** her hand.Soon after that, she'll be wearing my brand.When I twirl my lasso, then she's ready to go.I make them cry, but they think that I'm grand.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.I don't believe in all that ornery stuff.I get my gals, but chucks, I never play rough.I just walk and she purrs when I jingle my spurs.I get what you get without getting tough.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.I treat my women like I treat my muse.They don't get stubborn when I make the ruse.When I'm cracking my whip, then they don't give me no lip.I've got them buffaloed, the sweet little foos.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.Now, I treat a gal like a gal, not a mule.I get a flame burnin', just keepin' cool.With a wink of the eye and, well, a sort of a sigh,they think that I'm precious and just as rare as a jewel.I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man, so you better stay out of my way.I use my muscles to make a gal fall.Me, I do it smoother, avoidin' the brawl.We're a couple of cards.Say, we ought to be pars.Let's get together and we'll get them all.Oh, we're bad men, yes, we're bad men,so you better stay out of our way.