It all began when I was just a little boy,
I was never satisified with those
Then one day my dad brought home a Honda superhawk,
He took me for a ride and really made that little scooter talk.
Every week we watched "Then came Bronson" on t.v. ,
I swear that sportster's engine sang a sweet song to me.
Dreamed as I rode around on my old beat up Shwinn,
Of a future day when I would ride my very own V-twin.
Oh, how I love to ride and feel the wind in my hair,
Forever on two wheel,s,I would live without a care.
I want to fly down the road to somewhere I,ve never been,
Lord have mercy, I was born with biker blood in me .
My uncle Leon rode a Triumph Thunderbird, it was 1957,
and his final Gypsy Tour.
In WWII my Great Uncle Jack rode his Harley MP bike in Japan,
It,s no wonder I turned out to be a motorcycle man.
Many year,s have passed and nothing much has changed,
I,m not happy unless I,m in the saddle every day.
Every week I watch "American Chopper" on t.v. ,
Lord have mercy, I was born with Biker Blood in me.
Yes I love to ride and feel the wind in my hair,
I may have bug,s on my teeth but ask me if I care.
I still want to fly down the road to somewhere I,ve never been,
I thank God that I was born with Biker Blood in me.
Live to Ride/ Ride to Live !
Rev. Jon Baucom 6/ 27/ 05