I was driving through Florida on my way to visit one of my ex-wives when I found myself smack dab in the middle of Biker Week at Daytona Beach. There were some big gals driving those big Harleys and they inspired me to write this song about a mysterious lady and her motorcycle. I think all cowboys and anybody belonging to a motorcycle gang will enjoy it.
Check out the video. It's hog wild!
Scenes from the video. I think it turned out better than Easy Rider.
You can sing the lyrics while you're riding your Harley...
lyrics
She glides through town 'round midnight,
She's miles away by the dawn's early light.
The queen of the road on her classic Road King,
That rollin' stock's got everything.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's dressed in leather from her head to her toes,
But sometimes you spot her without any clothes.
She flosses her teeth with baling twine,
She's sharper than the quills on a porcupine.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's my little Harley heifer,
She's my little Harley heifer,
She drives too fast but she's mighty fine.
Someday I'm gonna make her mine.
Those big hog riders got nothin' on her,
She blows right past like a bovine blur.
A stray outside any barb wire,
Drives so fast she sets the road on fire.
She's my little Harley heifer.
Cops clocked her doing one-eighty-five,
How's she ever gonna make it out alive?
She's an organ donor on a guillotine,
If you spot her in your town, how 'bout callin' me.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's my little Harley heifer,
She's my little Harley heifer,
She drives too fast but she's mighty fine.
Someday I'm gonna make her mine.
copyright 2017 Bobby Lee Bobcat. All rights reserved.
She's miles away by the dawn's early light.
The queen of the road on her classic Road King,
That rollin' stock's got everything.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's dressed in leather from her head to her toes,
But sometimes you spot her without any clothes.
She flosses her teeth with baling twine,
She's sharper than the quills on a porcupine.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's my little Harley heifer,
She's my little Harley heifer,
She drives too fast but she's mighty fine.
Someday I'm gonna make her mine.
Those big hog riders got nothin' on her,
She blows right past like a bovine blur.
A stray outside any barb wire,
Drives so fast she sets the road on fire.
She's my little Harley heifer.
Cops clocked her doing one-eighty-five,
How's she ever gonna make it out alive?
She's an organ donor on a guillotine,
If you spot her in your town, how 'bout callin' me.
She's my little Harley heifer.
She's my little Harley heifer,
She's my little Harley heifer,
She drives too fast but she's mighty fine.
Someday I'm gonna make her mine.
copyright 2017 Bobby Lee Bobcat. All rights reserved.
credits
released July 11, 2017
Bobby Lee Bobcat - songwriter (BMI), acoustic guitar, and lead vocal.
Willie "Boots" Walker - drums.
"Skid" Mark Higgins - electric guitar.
"Little" Jasper Ragland, Jr. - bass guitar.
Howard "Ringy" Singleton - electric guitar.
Dewitt "Witty" Maples - piano.
Charlene "Fifth Wife" Bobcat - acoustic guitar (when not legally separated).
Recorded at Green Derby Records, Lubbock, Texas.
Produced by Greg McCollum.
Special thanks to Edith Lollabrigida for saying "Hey, stranger. Need a ride?" and for posing on her Harley. And to Lester Picasso for his graphic design.
Bobby Lee Bobcat - songwriter (BMI), acoustic guitar, and lead vocal.
Willie "Boots" Walker - drums.
"Skid" Mark Higgins - electric guitar.
"Little" Jasper Ragland, Jr. - bass guitar.
Howard "Ringy" Singleton - electric guitar.
Dewitt "Witty" Maples - piano.
Charlene "Fifth Wife" Bobcat - acoustic guitar (when not legally separated).
Recorded at Green Derby Records, Lubbock, Texas.
Produced by Greg McCollum.
Special thanks to Edith Lollabrigida for saying "Hey, stranger. Need a ride?" and for posing on her Harley. And to Lester Picasso for his graphic design.