(?) still with purpose
Burning with an inner light
Born whitout a notion of what it's wrong or right
(?)
he'll put you six feet under and then ran (?) his way
Moving slow and steady, confident and sure
knowing every function of his trusty forty four
His deeds became a legend
Bill kelly was his name
And he had the reputation of being a bad hombre
Bad hombre
Killing was his game
Bad hombre
Killing was his game
Now as long we have it
One hot and dusty day
Someone (?) the town and (?) for the bad hombre
(?)(?) his son was out to take Bill Kelly's life
And probe once and for all who was the fastest gun alive
His senses fill with danger
He let's the kid draw first
Suddenly the air is filled with bullets and gun smoke
In an instant it was over
One wrong move it's all it takes
And the only one last standing would be the Bad Hombre
Burning with an inner light
Born whitout a notion of what it's wrong or right
(?)
he'll put you six feet under and then ran (?) his way
Moving slow and steady, confident and sure
knowing every function of his trusty forty four
His deeds became a legend
Bill kelly was his name
And he had the reputation of being a bad hombre
Bad hombre
Killing was his game
Bad hombre
Killing was his game
Now as long we have it
One hot and dusty day
Someone (?) the town and (?) for the bad hombre
(?)(?) his son was out to take Bill Kelly's life
And probe once and for all who was the fastest gun alive
His senses fill with danger
He let's the kid draw first
Suddenly the air is filled with bullets and gun smoke
In an instant it was over
One wrong move it's all it takes
And the only one last standing would be the Bad Hombre