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American Original
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
8/31/2003
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She’s a homegrown chopper
A bar room hopper
Known for miles around
A steel, leathered lady
Sleek n shady
In a custom painted gown
Face chiseled from rock
He ain’t one to talk
A jailhouse tattoo
An ‘ol school biker
Knows there ain’t nothin’ like ‘er
Calls her, ‘Little Miss Red, White n Blue’
Two of a kind
Of a like ‘mind’
Ain’t got nothin’ to hide
Come end of day
When it’s time to play
She’s waitin’ to give him a ride
Stars n Stripes flow across her tank
On her fender, the Liberty Bell
She ain’t one to coddle
Gives ‘er Full Throttle
A Freedom both know damn well
American original, Biker n scoot
Johnnys come lately in hot pursuit
TV choppers, the latest rage
Lookin' mighty cool
Just remember ‘Ol School
Helped to set the stage
Stars n Stripes flow across her tank
On her fender, the Liberty Bell
She ain’t one to coddle
Gives ‘er Full Throttle
That’s a Freedom you can’t sell
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