Riding with the wind in our hair,
I can almost see you there,
right behind me on this sunshiny day.
And I reach back to touch you,
as you reach out to touch me,
wouldn't want to have it any other way.
And we stop for a cold one,
then another one or two,
long time before the sun goes down
and our day is through,
and we ride on into the night,
into that crisp cool twilight air,
zipping up our leathers,
like we didn’t have a care,
You’re my Motorcycle Momma,
it's just so plain to see,
sitting right behind me,
on my black and chrome H D.
