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Roaming Biker
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(Drunken Nautical Tune)
Ironhorse Writer
©11/12/2007
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Mine is a life of wanderlust
Of this I'm self assured
I cast no stones
Nor make no bones
A journey most absurd
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
In Frisco I met 'Upwind Jack'
Who lived to ride n wrench
His claim to fame
Grew from his name
And a most peculiar stench
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
With reverence I reflect upon
A gal named Sally Stack
The memory stands
Of mammary glands
And a rather sturdy back
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
One morning after drinking hard
A day I still regret
T'was Adeline
Who well defined
Rode hard and put up wet
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
It matters not what you may ride
Crotch Rockets, Clones or Hogs
My wanderlust
Has taught me trust
In old folks, kids and dogs
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
Thus you have my wayward tale
That is, what I'll profess
The world still spins
Despite my sins
Of which I shan't confess
Ohhhh, I am a roaming Biker
Who sails an asphalt sea
I know not where
Nor do I care
I am what I must be
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