Harley Songtext

von Kathy Mattea

There was a motor cycle mama and her man,
With a wind burn tan and a Harley.
Roaring through Bakersfield, when her water broke,
They pulled into a hospital and for a little joke:

They named him Harley,
They bought a sidecar and,
A small bandana band,
And they loved their Harley.

Sliding sideways up the coast, cruising highway one,
The side car came undone, no one noticed.
Thrashing through a golden meadow it came to rest right where,
A farmer's wife cried: "Jesus Christ has answered all our prayers."

And they named him Harley,
Because of a tattoo,
That claimed his name was true.
And they loved their Harley.

He was raised upon a farm,
Cradled in the arms of Beaula and Barney.
But then at a restless age,
They unlocked the cage and he became a Carney.

There was a motorcycle daredevil to luck.
Jumpin' fifty trucks at the fairground.
A middle aged hippie couple way up in the stand,
Heard the crowd chanting loud the name of this young man.

And they called him Harley.
And that hippie couple smiled.
Could this be their long lost child?
So they met Harley,
Convinced him of the news,
When they compared tattoos,
And they love their Harley.