Wild Ride
He’s
63
Riding
wild and free
Out
here on his Harley
Right
where he wants to be
No
more meetings
And
no more suits
Throws
on his leathers
Laces
up his boots
A
man in disguise
You
can see it in his eyes
The
love of the ride
Riding
for miles and miles
Got
no time to rest
Oceans
blue to mountains wide
Never
stopping this wild ride
With
the sun at your back
What
a way to relax
Wind
across your face
Another
horizon to chase
Hit that county line
Let's ride the ride
Winds
been on his face
And
weathered with lines you could trace
Fingers
are laden with silver and gold
Each
come with a story
That
he has told
He
leaves with his lady by his side
The
taillights fade outta sight
Off
onto another wild ride.
From East to West
Got
no time to rest
Oceans
blue to mountains wide
Never
stopping this wild ride
With
the sun at your back
What
a way to relax
Wind
across your face
Another
horizon to chase
Hit that county line
Ride the Ride
Gonna keep on goin
The roads wide open
Lets
take it to the county line
Keep
getting on this wild ride
Allison
Jacobson
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