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What Happened To Us By Blooze 1-4-09
Back in the day Didn’t matter What kind of sled you rode Who painted your fat bob’s How much you paid for that Official H-D Leather. If one us saw you Head in hands Weepin’ like a baby Or dumped on the road Bleedin’ We’d help No questions asked Nothing owed. Was what we did. We went to wakes Celebrated together Raised the flag for those Who gave all For us. Brothers and Sisters Runners of the road. Bikers. Now we got “outlaws” on TV; Slathered in ink, talkin’ our talk Back in my day A business meeting wasn’t scheduled While you were in the wind on You weekend scoot Radio blasting. We rode together We rode alone. We rode. If I ask you today for your Help or support It ain’t about whether The time’s right Or the game’s on. Maybe it’s me who needs To wake up And get with it. Or perhaps I may be right I don’t rightly know that answer. All I know Is: don’t call yourself A biker If you can’t be a biker Through and through To the core of your soul. Every day. That’s just me and My humble opinion. Me: A biker till I go where I go at the end Of my road.
steves56grrl@juno.com
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