How It All Got Started
It All Got Started With a 58 Pan
I Learned to be a Biker from My Old Man
He Bought it when I was just Five
That’s when My World came Alive
The Pan was a Police Special with a Hand Shift and Foot Clutch
I thought that Old Harley was really just too much
I used to sit on Her with Dreams of the Breeze
I Loved that Iron Horse Between My Knees
I Loved to Hear Dad and His Friends Ride In
Telling Wild Stories of Where They’ve Been
Ridin Hard, Drinkin Beer, Bars, and Fights
Sparks Flying from Curving Hard those Wild Nights
I Learned Brotherhood Honor and Trust
Don’t Take No Shit when You’ve been Cussed
When a Biker is Broke Down Help Him Out
Someday You’ll Break Down there ain’t no doubt
Now I Ride a Shovel I Ride When I Can
Someday I hope also to Own an Old Pan
An Old Pan Chopper with Suicide Clutch
A Real Long Front End that’s Near Too Much
I Ride through the Hills with Curves and Trees
I Love the Scenery and Feeling the Breeze
I Love to Hear My Drag Pipes Roar
I Love the Freedom of an Eagles Soar
I’ll Ride till I’m Dead if it’s the Good Lords Will
Riding Iron Horses will always give Me a Thrill
I Build Them I Break Them and then Do it Again
I’ll be Building, Changing, and Riding them Until the End
Author: Lee Ball