The Bikers Anthem

Verse 1
Let’s talk about speed, let’s talk about the Lord, let’s talk about American Steel
Let’s talk about the people who are riding their machines, who are living each day to feel
The wind in their face, the Sun beating down, the power seeming to explode
Let’s sing a song for Harley people, when we ride we rule the road.

Chorus 1
So let’s sing a song for brothers on Harleys, riding on American roads
We’re riding on tradition, maybe riding to perdition, and we’re carrying a heavy load
These bikes that we ride are displaying such pride, we’re symbols of the land of the free
So let’s sing a song for Harley people from sea to shining sea.

Verse 2
You’re cruising down the road and you’re feeling mighty good to be riding on your Harley bike
And the people in their cars they’re looking at you and, well, they wonder what it must be like
To wear the leather and gear, to ride into the night, to command that big old steed
They shake their heads and wish you well, as you pass they say “Godspeed”.

Chorus 2
So let’s say a prayer for brothers on Harleys, riding on American roads
We’re riding on tradition, maybe riding to perdition, and we’re carrying a heavy load
These bikes that we ride are displaying such pride, we’re symbols of the land of the free
So let’s say a prayer for Harley people from sea to shining sea.

Verse 3 (Spoken)
We’ve ridden our Harleys all around the world, from Alabama through the forests of Rangoon
And you know wherever Ole Glory’s been unfurled you can sing this Harley tune
So ride safe, brothers and sisters, ride free, stick around cause someday soon
With luck’s good grace we’ll launch a Hog into space, one day we’ll ride Harleys on the Moon.

Verse 4
You want to buy a bike so you cruise to the showroom to see what you can see
There’s a Harley in the corner and it catches your eye, it’s what a real man’s bike should be
So you find Mr. Salesman, you point out the Hog, and you ask him for his very best price
He says “Son, this here’s my bottom line, pay up or you’ll be burning rice.

Chorus 3
So let’s give a yell for brothers on Harleys, riding on American roads
We’re riding on tradition, maybe riding to perdition, and we’re carrying a heavy load
These bikes that we ride are displaying such pride, we’re symbols of the land of the free
So let’s give a yell for Harley people from sea to shining sea.

Tag
So let’s give a yell for Harley people, we’re as wild as we can, loud as we can, proud as we can be!