I can read your mind judging me from your front porch
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You say here comes trouble riding on a big iron horse
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You're looking down on me, you think you got me figured out
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'Cause my leather's too black and my Harley's too loud
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You say it's a reflection of where I come from
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But you don't know about me or the things I've done
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You think I've got no values and I got no pride
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But I ride to live and live to ride
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'Til the day that I die
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CHORUS:
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I may be long on hair
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Short on cash
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And I live my life just a litle oo fast
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But I don't need you to tell me right from wrong
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I might drink, cuss, smoke a little too
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Pierce my ear and I got a tattoo
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Ain't nobody's business but my own
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You see we ride for the veterans of the foreign wars
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And we ride for the kids in the cancer wards
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We ride for God and we ride for fun
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And we stand alone ten million strong
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So just because you go to church each and every Sunday
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Well there ain't no guarantee you're gonna get to heaven someday
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And don't be too sure that my fate is sealed
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'Cause when the good Lord comes He's coming on two wheels
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Riding chrome and steel
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REPEAT CHORUS X2
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Ain't Nobody's Business
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| Dusty Drake |
