Bad Boys Coming Home
Bad Boys Coming Home
When the bad boys came to town
The Sheriff took his shotgun down
Then taking his rifle off the rack
He vowed to make them sorry that they’d ever come back
The boys were drinking all afternoon
Picking fights in the saloon
If they couldn’t fight with anyone else
They’d start one up between themselves
When the boys rode into town
The people battened everything down
They shut their windows and bolted their doors
The boys after all had been here before
The Sheriff rounded up his men
And said the boys were back again
Let’s hope that they move on he coldly said
Or by the morning we’ll be counting the dead
Now I was one of the boys that night
We were bad we liked to fight
But this time we’d come back home to stay
We were tired, we were thirsty
We’d been riding for days
© Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte
All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte
Harmonica by Rudi Somerlove
