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Right of Passage
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Ironhorse Writer
© 2/21/2002
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"So your a Biker?
Don't get uptight
Just an 'ol man jaw'n
Ain't lookin' to fight."
"If ya don't mind me sayin
That's one fancy hog
Say, ain't it one of them
Computerized jobs?"
"Fuel injection?
Stereo too?
Where'd ya keep the bed?
Ahhh, just messin' with you."
"Spose it breaks down
And your all alone
Do ya whip out a tool pouch?
Or a cellular phone?"
"I used to putt
Those days are through
Now'days I wrench
Gives me somethin' to do."
"That's when startin' a hog
Took a good, firm kick
When brotherhood
Wasn't some fancy clique."
"Colors were somethin'
You lived righteously by
Not a fashion statement
To catch one's eye."
"Freedom wasn't a logo
That cost ya twenty grand
It's fire-in up your very first scoot
Settin' your last kickstand."
"Now'days, it's no big deal
Riders everywhere you look
I ain't sayin' we blazed the trail
But we sure as hell wrote the book!"
"Hey...didn't mean to bend your ear
Know ya wanna go
Before ya split, just one more thing
Somethin' ya ought to know."
"A "Bikers" not just ownin' a hog
Anyone can play the part
It comes from inside, ya live for the ride
Mind, soul, heart."
"Ride safe kid."
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