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RIDIN'

Ridin’ up the road on my old Harley
Got my biker mama with me, she's so lean and mean
She’s got nice long legs and a firm tight ass---
--sk me how it feels when I'm kicking back

My precious metal mama, she always lends a hand. . .
Jobs don't last to long for us storm riders of the land.
My brothers and me, hey we do what we want.
Nobodies gonna take away the freedom we got.

(Chorus)   Ridin’ into the sunset
I love the feeling of the wind in my hair.
Ridin’ into the daybreak,
where we going, I don't really care.

We're taking care of business and keeping it real tight..
We have a simple code, ain't looking' for no fights.
You can lead an iron horse to water you may think
but don't you ever try to make him drink what you think.

Young men carrying an old mans grudge
Can't you see that freedom rings inside of all of us.
Don't try to change my colors there's no more trail of tears.
There's room enough for all of us, I'll never run from fear.

(Chorus)

Ridin’ up the road on my old Harley
Got my biker mama with me, just checking' out the scenes
My brothers and me, hey we do what we want
Nobodies gone take away the freedom we got.

(Chorus)

Written By: James & Kerri Hunt (Copyright 1990, 1990, 1992, 1993, 1998 )