Riding Out
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Riding out on Friday night
Backpack tight, down on the bike
All fueled up, and ready to go
Like a phantom, burning through the night
Long John on his iron pride
And Big Bill on his custom strike
Although the road, is cold and dark
At old Chuck’s barn is about where we park
Riding out on Friday night
Hell yeah, what a delight
Riding out on Friday night
Burning rubber, just hold on tight
Come on now
Who’s gonna join me?
Tonight’s the night
Shooting pool, throwing darts
Or gathering around the open fire
Cold beer close at hand
Telling all about road trips and bikes
Your life, is on the line
So read the fucking road sign
Throttle back just before the bend
Lady luck may not be on the other end
Backpack tight, down on the bike
All fueled up, and ready to go
Like a phantom, burning through the night
Long John on his iron pride
And Big Bill on his custom strike
Although the road, is cold and dark
At old Chuck’s barn is about where we park
Riding out on Friday night
Hell yeah, what a delight
Riding out on Friday night
Burning rubber, just hold on tight
Come on now
Who’s gonna join me?
Tonight’s the night
Shooting pool, throwing darts
Or gathering around the open fire
Cold beer close at hand
Telling all about road trips and bikes
Your life, is on the line
So read the fucking road sign
Throttle back just before the bend
Lady luck may not be on the other end