From the recording Songs & Music Available For Licensing
(I see myself riding an Indian Scout, or a Norton Commando, or a Harley Street 500, catching up to my Cherokee rider bro Alan Stands Alone Bryant, we pull into town and all eyes are upon us. "I'll be Steve McQueen, you be Brando this time, OK. Alan?" I whisper to him as we swagger past the sheriff who is eyeing us with mighty suspicion. Motorcycle Ridin' is the last bastion of renegade poetry this land has to offer. As this song describes.)
MOTORCYCLE RIDIN'
words & music by Grayson Hugh
Hey now little baby
be nice to me and don’t be mean
wear your hair down low
I love to see that long blonde sheen
on your shoulders like a cape
as we head down U.S. 17
Leave your school books behind you
back there in the USC
I want you to forget about Chaucer,
Shakespeare and Ferlinghetti
we’re goin motorcyle ridin’
baby that’s some pure poetry
We're goin' motorcycle ridin'
motorcycle ridin' with me
motorcycle ridin'
that's where we want to be
goin' motorcycle ridin'
baby that's some pure poetry
Well let's head out of the Piedmont
if we don't we're gonna roast
let’s go to Pawley’s Island
out by the dunes you love the most
better bring your leather jacket
the southern wind is blowin’ out by the coast
I said time is wastin’
let’s not let a second slide
I said time is wastin’
let’s not let a moment slide
hang onto your hat
babe I’m gonna take you for a ride
We're goin' motorcycle ridin'
motorcycle ridin' with me
we’re goin' motorcycle ridin'
that's where we want to be
goin' motorcycle ridin'
baby that's some pure poetry
Well the first time I saw you
thought I would lose my mind
yeah the first time I saw you
I knew there'd be a second time
hang on tight baby
the road does curve and wind
We're goin' motorcycle ridin'
motorcycle ridin' with me
motorcycle ridin'
that's where we want to be
goin' motorcycle ridin'
baby that's some pure poetry
© 2015 by Swamp Yankee Music/ASCAP