Seems My Bike’s Riding Me
Times, I've got to be free
When life's too much for me
On my motor cycle
I get away from people
Off to the sandstone sea
'Cross the desert highway I will ride
Up to the heights, just me and my bike we will glide
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
I'm a fonda-less hopper
Just me and my chopper
On the desert sand strip
Nearly break the hand grip
No, nothing can stop her
Heading for the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
Whenever I can't get satisfaction
If ever I can't get any action
Anytime I really want to let rip
Take main street like it was a drag strip
Turning on, burning up the freeway
Treating it just like a speedway
Don't care where, I'm a real easy rider
Anywhere, as free as a glider
Yeah, better than Charlie
I get off, off on my Harley, yeah
Like a hunting condor
See, she will swoop and soar
Racing down the mountains
Shooting up like fountains
Hear, hear her scream and roar
Flying round the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
When life's too much for me
On my motor cycle
I get away from people
Off to the sandstone sea
'Cross the desert highway I will ride
Up to the heights, just me and my bike we will glide
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
I'm a fonda-less hopper
Just me and my chopper
On the desert sand strip
Nearly break the hand grip
No, nothing can stop her
Heading for the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
Whenever I can't get satisfaction
If ever I can't get any action
Anytime I really want to let rip
Take main street like it was a drag strip
Turning on, burning up the freeway
Treating it just like a speedway
Don't care where, I'm a real easy rider
Anywhere, as free as a glider
Yeah, better than Charlie
I get off, off on my Harley, yeah
Like a hunting condor
See, she will swoop and soar
Racing down the mountains
Shooting up like fountains
Hear, hear her scream and roar
Flying round the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me
Credits
Writer(s): Zeus B Held, Horst Stachelhaus, Bernd Noske
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