GRAYSON HUGH

(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
 
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