HARLEY

The dearest friend he ever had
Was not made of flesh and bone,
But leather seats and handle bars,
Decked out in shining chrome.
Where she was, he would be,
They were just like Bonnie and Clyde.
And through the deserts night and day
This dear friend and he would ride.
Myrtle Beach and Cherokee
Were their stompin' grounds,
And where there was a rally,
That's where his friend he would be found.
It didn't take much to please her
With her saddle bags by her side
Just a hot black top and time to kill
Cruisin' down I-95.
They were destined to be soul mates
Until the day they die,
And ride off into the sunset,
To that big Harley in the sky!

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