Bad Man - Conway Twitty

I have the reputation that’s known throughout the land

They say I’m faster on the draw than any livin' man

They call me a bad man they say I kill for fun

They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun

But they don’t know the reason they branded me as bad

It started many years ago when I was just a lad

I rode into a cattle town a boy of twenty three

So young and yet that very day I carved my destiny

I walked into the town saloon that sad and fateful day

Then I began to gamble to pass the time away

I thought I’d play a hand or two and hit the trail again

But Lady Luck was with me and I began to win

The dealer kept on dealin' the stakes were gettin' high

And pretty soon there was no one left but an old cowboy and I

The minutes seemed like hours you couldn’t hear a sound

We’d bet and raised until we’d laid all our money down

The cowboy smiled and showed his hand

Three aces he did hold

But I laid down a royal flush and reached to claim my gold

The cowboy stood and faced me his hands hung at his hips

A look of hate was in his eyes, the smile had left his lips

He said young man slap leather I’m known for miles around

To keep my reputation up I’ve got to gun you down

With lightnin' speed we drew and fired

One life to me the cost

The cowboy tumbled to the floor his reputation lost

Now many years have come and gone

And many men have died

Each tried his luck and hoped he’d be the fastest gun alive

And in my many fights to live I wondered if I’d won

I’m known to all as bad man they say I kill for fun

Someday I’ll meet a cowboy who’s speed will meet the test

And that will end the saga of the bad man of the west…