- 261
- 2015
- 4
- Location
- The mountains, WV, USA
The closest thing to heaven,
Is the freedom of the road.
You'll meet brothers, some nuts.
It's a life that takes guts.
Respect earned is the code of the road.
When I get on that iron horse,
And watch that road unfold?
Wouldn't trade how it feels for anything,
Not for all this worlds cash, or gold.
Some people are so tunnel blind,
I know they'll never feel.
The sun, and wind on their face,
The peaceful power of rumbling steel.
They can take this damned society,
Shove it where the sun won't shine.
I'll be ridin the wind real soon again,
Ridin free til the end of all time.
Johnny (Meth) Edman
I miss ridin, and the many awesome friends biker & soldier brothers & sisters God has taken off this earth. Have a good resst-o-the-week everyone.
Is the freedom of the road.
You'll meet brothers, some nuts.
It's a life that takes guts.
Respect earned is the code of the road.
When I get on that iron horse,
And watch that road unfold?
Wouldn't trade how it feels for anything,
Not for all this worlds cash, or gold.
Some people are so tunnel blind,
I know they'll never feel.
The sun, and wind on their face,
The peaceful power of rumbling steel.
They can take this damned society,
Shove it where the sun won't shine.
I'll be ridin the wind real soon again,
Ridin free til the end of all time.
Johnny (Meth) Edman
I miss ridin, and the many awesome friends biker & soldier brothers & sisters God has taken off this earth. Have a good resst-o-the-week everyone.
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