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Naturally
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Ironhorse Writer
©06/24/2007
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I'm a guy, simply stated
Never over complicated
Playing a hand that life has dealt to me
From young and stupid to old and wise
With each gray hair I realize
I prefer what comes, naturally
Used to spit against the wind
But quickly learned to call it friend
It helps to spread my wings, sets me free
I ride to write of moments made
The blood and ink are dues I've paid
To spread the 'ridden' word, naturally
My Guardian Angel must be tired
But I thank God that he was hired
Otherwise, I'd be history
I know he saved my butt from hell
But both of us know damn well
All good things come, naturally
Not all roads are smooth and straight
We're fueled by destiny, led by fate
Brother, that's the way it's meant to be
Laws of nature we must abide
For us, it's in how we ride
Bikers always do it, naturally
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