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The Old Biker

I believe from out of the past he came

No one in this town even knew his name

Unkempt hair and a baked on tan

Ridin’ proud on his old Harley pan

Where ya from old timer? Where’s your home?

“Wherever me and my old Harley decide to roam”

Man, you ain’t got a home, kids or a wife?

“Fuck No” he says that was in another life

But I got a big fuckin’ list of responsibilities

Gas for my Harley and a six pack for me

He rolls out his bag right under a big oak tree

Says “here’s a home for my old scooter and me”

Son, I’m gonna ride and party till they put me away

Ain’t no one gonna tie me down and make me stay

I tried that shit, workin’ my ass off day after day

About the time you do, someone will just take it away

I could have listened to that old biker the whole night

I’m thinkin’, livin’ like that, he couldn’t be right

Man, I really got to go, my wife is expecting me

Hurrying home, of one word I thought. “ENVY”