V-1
BIKERS AND COWBOYS,
KNOWING TEARS AND JOY,
EACH HAS KNOWN AND TRAVELED,
ROADS, BOTH PAVED AND GRAVELED. EACH A BEAST THEY RIDE,
AS FEELINGS EACH DOES HIDE.
EACH LOOKING FOR OPEN SPACES
FROZEN, GRINS ON THEIR FACES.
CHORUS
BIKERS AND COWBOYS RIDING LIFE'S COURSES,
SITTING A TOP, THEIR OWN KIND OF HORSES.
HOW FOR THEM THE FIGHT MUST BE,
TO KNOW, TO LOVE EACH MOMENT THEY ARE FREE.
V-2
TO THEM IS NO RIGHT, NO WRONG,
EACH WITH IDEALS AND BELIEFS SO STRONG
EACH BLOWN ALONG BY THE WIND
EACH KNOWING HOW TO LOSE, HOW TO WIN.
EACH LIVING NIGHTMARES AND DREAMS,
EACH LIVED THE FEAR OF THEIR, OWN SCREAMS.
BIKERS AND COWBOYS RIDING OVER THIS EARTH,
KNOWING: FREEDOM AND ALL ITS WORTH.
BRIDGE
BOTH A BREED OF THEIR OWN,
MOST SPENDING LIFE: ALL ALONE.
CHORUS
BIKERS AND COWBOYS RIDING LIFE'S COURSES,
SITTING A TOP, THEIR OWN, KIND OF HORSES.
HOW FOR THEM THE FIGHT MUST BE,
TO KNOW, TO LOVE EACH MOMENT THEY ARE FREE.
V-3
NOT KNOWING WHAT IS DOWN THE ROAD,
HOPING THEY ARE READY FOR WHAT SHOWS.
NEVER STAYING IN ONE SPOT VERY LONG,
FOR THE NEED TO WANDER IN THEM IS STRONG.
YES, BIKERS AND COWBOYS DO THEIR OWN THING,
AS A DIFFERENT SONG YOU FIND THEY SING,
THERE WILL BE NO PEACE FOR EITHER ONE,
UNTIL THIS GAME OF LIFE IS LOST OR WON.
CHORUS
BIKERS AND COWBOYS RIDING LIFE'S COURSES,
SITTING A TOP, THEIR OWN, KIND OF HORSES.
HOW FOR THEM THE FIGHT MUST BE,
TO KNOW, TO LOVE EACH MOMENT THEY ARE FREE.
HOW FOR THEM THE FIGHT MUST BE,
TO KNOW, TO LOVE EACH MOMENT THEY ARE FREE.