Motorcycle riding blues

I’ve got the motorcycle riding blues
if you know what I mean.
I’ve got dust on all my clothes
from the endless miles I’ve seen.

Only five more miles and I’ll be home,
Only five more miles to go.

Over the years I’ve paid my dues
riding north, south, east and west.
I’ve grown tired of all the booze
And now I’m soon to end my quest.

Only ten more miles and I’ll be home,
Only ten more miles to go.

The women I’ve known have never understood
how a man like me can live.
She only knows that I’m no good
and that she will never forgive.

Only thirty more miles and I’ll be home,
Only thirty more miles to go.

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