HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS ONLY SLEEPING
BUT THERE WAS NO FROST ON HIS BREATH
JUST AN EMPTY WHISKEY BOTTLE IN HIS LIMP HAND
AS HE LAID AGAINST THAT HARLEY , FROZEN TO DEATH
SOME SAID IT WAS DUMB LUCK A COLD OCTOBER NIGHT
OTHERS SAID HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED
JUST 20 MILES FROM TOWN , HE'D RUN OUT OF GAS
NEVER KNOWIN HE HAD 30 IN RESERVE
WELL THE DEADMANS HARLEY WAS SOLD
TO A FELLA WHO ALWAYS WANTED ONE LIKE THAT
KING RANCH LEATHER , MIRROWED CHROME
AND PAINTED BLACK
AS HE PULLED OUT OF HIS DRIVE , HE WAVED GOODBYE
TO HIS KIDS AND WIFE
NEVER KNOWIN HE WAS JUST
60 MILES FROM THE END OF HIS LIFE
THERE WAS NOWHERE TO SWERVE
AS HE MOTORED AROUND THAT MOUNTAIN CURVE
A TRACTOR TRAILER STALLED ACROSS BOTH LANES
AS THAT BIKE PASSED UNDER THAT TRAILER BED , THAT RIDER LOST HIS HEAD
AND HOW HE BROUGHT THAT BIKE TO A STOP ,
NEVER HAS BEEN EXPLAINED
CHORUS
SOME FOLKS HEAR THE SOUND OF THUNDER
SOME HEAR NOTHIN AT ALL
BUT IN THE BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA
I'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT I SAW
A RIDERLESS BIKE ON A MOONLIT NIGHT
NO FLESH , NO BLOOD , NO BONES
PASSIN ME AT FULL THROTTLE
HEADIN NORTH TO DEADWOOD
WITH A SPIRIT OF IT'S OWN
A LOCAL GUY , THOUGHT SHE WAS A GOOD BUY
AND HELL , HE HAD NO WORRIES
CAUSE ONLY KIDS AND OLD FOOLS
BELIEVE IN GHOST STORIES
HE LIVED TO RIDE AND HE RIDE TO LIVE
HE RODE TO BE FREE
BUT LEGENDS DIE HARD
AND SOON , SO WOULD HE
IT'S BEEN YEARS AGO , BUT ON THE ROAD BELOW
YOU CAN STILL SEE THE BLOOD STAINS
WHERE HIS BODY WAS CRUSHED AGAINST THE STONE
SOME SAY IT'S A LIE , BUT THAT HARLEY SURVIVED
CRADLED IN THE LIMBS OF A TREE
THE GHOST BIKE LIVES ON
CHORUS
THEN TAG--------IT NEVER NEEDS GAS , NEVER NEEDS OIL
CAUSE IT RIDES FOREVER ON DEADMEN SOULS
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GHOST BIKE