I have a reputation
that's known throughout the land
They say I'm faster on the draw
than any living man
They call me the 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 as yet that very day
I carved my destiny
I walked into the town saloon
that sad and fateful day
And 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 dealing,
the stakes were getting high
And pretty soon there was no one left
but an old cowboy and I
The minute seemed like hours,
you couldn't hear a sound
We 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,
a 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 the lightning speed we
drew and fired,
one life to be the cost
The cowboy crumbled to the floor,
his reputation lost
Now years have come and years have gone,
and many men have died
He's tried his luck
and hoped he'd be the
fastest gun alive
And in my many fights to live,
I wonder if I've won
I'm known by all as Batman,
they think I kill for fun
Someday I'll meet a cowboy
whose speed will meet the test
And that will end the saga
of The Bad Man of the West