Mr. Harley Mr. Davidson & Me - Bagatelle

It must’ve been just like this

For the cowboys out here on the plain

Seeing buzzards

And feeling that whole side of things

Could’ve sworn I saw a Mustang

Out there running free

Just like Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

And me…

Wind in my face

Tears, but I’m not crying

Because there’s a soft bed waiting

At the end of the lonely line

In this desert heat

I’m pushing up one-hundred and three

On Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

No me…

Live to ride

Ride to live

It’s my way of life it seems

Let these silver wings release you

To the highway of your dreams

If you’re a pea-shooter, soft-, fat-boy, shovel-headed, electric-gliding fool

Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

And you

Oh yeah!

Live to ride

And ride to live

It’s my way of life it seems

Let those silver wings release you

Onto the highway of your dreams

If you’re a pea-shooting, soft-dealing, fat-boy, shovel-headed,

electric-gliding fool

Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

And you

As you lie beneath the starry sky

In fading camp fire light

You know, your trusty steed beside you

Wings folded for the night

Ghosty phantom rider

Or was it Déjà vu?

Like Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

And you

Live to ride

Ride to live

If it’s your way of life it seems

Let those silver wings release you

To the highway of your dreams

If you’re a pea-shooting, soft-dealing, fat-boy, shovel-headed,

electric-gliding fool

Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson…

Mr. Harley

Mr. Davidson

And you