Lyrics

I think it’s time for us to sit down
So I can tell you ‘bout the baddest dude in town
He ties pretty women to the railroad tracks
Your mama tried to warn you ‘bout guys like that
When he showed up at your door she had a heart attack
He’s a bad, bad hombre
He’s a bad hombre

He’ll lure you in with a pot of gold
Ah, but I wouldn’t touch it with a 10-foot pole
He’s got a row full of prisoners in a basement room
He put the “D” in doom and gloom
He’ll scare the pants off the howlin’ moon
He’s a bad, bad hombre
Yeah, he’s a bad hombre

Need a hired gun? Honey, he’s the one
He’s the guy who knows a guy who can get it done
He learned his trade on the graveyard shift
He don’t take no prisoners if you get my drift
I hear his mama scratched him off her Christmas list
He’s a bad, bad hombre
He’s a bad hombre
Dude’s a bad hombre
Yeah, he’s a bad hombre