REBEL WITH A CAUSE Kickstart, fart, and get in the wind, A biker from beginning, a biker to the end There´s another way to live this life, A job, three squares, four walls, and a wife. Give me a panhead, a cold brew, and a sharp bootknife. I dont look for a hassle, but I won´t step aside, There may be a few holes and scars in my hide. But I know when they bury me, I´ll still have my pride. Most people can´t see my point of view what´s right, Wind in my face, a good time, and stars in my face at night. Thats their hangup, I wouldn´t give it up without a fight. The Night Riders Purple shadow play with light On the hiways in the night Wind is moaning in a stream Engine thunder is a dream Bouncing light jumps through the trees Deer flee from us-ill at ease Growling engine spitting smoke Words are ripped away we spoke I pat your knee,you laugh out loud The darkly hanging trees brush clouds Pushing 80 around the bend Our pounding freedom has no end Faster...faster...through the night Catch a rig...with no tail light by Ramblin´Rose DEAR BOX 69 I was reading easyrider and I caught your cute ad, "Five-foot-three, ninety-nine, and looking for a pad." I send you my picture, and one of my bike, and the vital statistics you said you would like. I enclosed three dollar´s, as the ad say to do. "To help pay for postage and a photo" of you. Well, I must say, your answer come quickly enough, With a polaroid snapshot of you in the buff. You were very explicit of what you like to do, adored to be eaten, always ready to screw. I replied, with the money you said would take care of paying the bills and pin money to spare. Twenty-one letters later, one every tenth day, Your message said "I love you" and I felt the same way. Paid for you a Harley, so we could ride side by side, and marked the day in red, you´d come and be my bride. I waited and waited, till the date was long gone, And a letter came back, marked, "Addressee unknown". Now I can´t figure out what has happened to you. Did you just change your mind, like some women do ? I´m sitting here day-dreaming, with a cold case of brew. Reading your letters of love, numbered one to twenty-two. All so neatly printed, no erasures, not a blur. But why do they all start the same way, "Dear Sir?" RIDIN´ WITH THE WIND I never said I´d stay These words were never spoken I´ve wronged in other way´s But my word´s never been broken My home´s is the open road The only home there´s ever been So don´t look for me tommorrow I´ll be ridin´ in the wind Dont try to hold me here My freedom means to much But I´ll be back again When I´m longing for your touch So kiss me once and say you´ll wait till I come back again But for now I´ll keep on ridin´ Ridin´ in the wind by Faith SO THERE They used to tell me to grow up, To get my ass in gear They used to say there´s more to life, Than bikes and guns and beer They used to tell me all that stuff When I was just a child. They used to say I would regret My living hard and wild. I didn´t pay attention then, And that was long ago. I wish that I could find a way To let them plainly know I did change my crazy ways, And I do not plan to quit. For what it´s worth, the advice they gave Was simply full of shit. HARLEY HEAVEN A kick or two, or three ,or four, a curse, a kick, a booming roar The rider mounts, he knows the score. And through the streets they move so loud, A bike, a man, a man who´s proud. The hassles gone, his heart is filled with life and hope, all fears are stilled. Though rain may pour and snow may fall, never silenced is that call. To freedom and a life so good, filled with dreams and brotherhood. Riding on, both fast and slow, There´s always one more place to go. Where parties are and brothers gather, And laugh to think there´s some who´d rather call them down, then hide in shame Whishing only to be the same as these, these men of strength and steel Who ride to live and live to feel The wind in their faces, hair, and eyes Instead of letting time slip by. So when you see them rumbling through Look hard and long ´cause they´re the few who knew their minds and knew their souls And chose their life and worthy goals. Ride on, ride free, and live your way In Harley Heaven we´ll meet some day. by Karen A RIDE WITH THE LORD Two Harley are one the horizon today, The sound of their motors, soft and far away. The lord wears His colors, and David his, too The armor of brotherhood, the red, white and blue. Goodbye, David, ride easy and smooth. Follow him, brother, He´ll lead you through. by D. Lang MY MOTOR The wind and the wild are calling to me. The long, open road is setting me free. My wheels are turning toward newer ways, Hiways of heaven have filled my days. People in a hurry are rushing over there. People who worried stop to stare. I´d like to share my freedom and emotion, But I just keep my chopper in motion. The machine that I handle is shiney and black. She´s a Harley-Davidson as matter of fact. I keep her strong, she´s my one and only, As ond as I´m on my Harley I´ll never be lonely. HERITAGE When you first see me, I might her you say "Look at that biker trash going his own way" Yes, it´s true I have a beard. So did Abe Lincoln. And yes, it´s true I have long hair. So did Andrew Jackson. And yes, it´s true, I do wear leathers. So did Davy Crocket. These are our ancestors, they´re alot like me. You dont look down on them, but you sure look down on me. But I wear the beard to protect my face from the wind, sun and scars that time can´t erase. The long hair I have, thats what I select. It´s not this way because of neglect. These leathers I wear for my own safety To sheild me from cagers who say they can´t see me. This bike is my life, it gives me great pride, That all one-percenters can feel deep inside. My ride is a Harley, and I can honestly say That my ancestors died for the American way. Freedom is my choice, and it come from inside me. It make me feel bold that I can always ride free! So look at me now, Shake your head in sorrow. 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