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