Texty
Saddle up the pony, baby, Daddy's been a bad man
I shot a man down in the valley, just to watch him die
'Cause I done had some runnings with the law, kicking down my door
Trying to make a living with the crumbs that I was tossed
Might be feeling different if the lives that were lost were yours and mine, for sure
For now we're living for the day
You want it, let's do it (let's do it)
Riding (riding) my Harley (my Harley)
The saddle's (yeah) leather (you got)
You riding, jump on it
Living like an outlaw, put it on my headstone
Burnin' down the city with my partners and my guns drawn
And we gon' ride 'til morning light
'Cause in this life, it's do or die, do or die, do or die
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Make the choice before it's made for you
How you live before they lay the soil
What you reap before the day you spoil
Tribulations can't escape the toil
Serpents coil, serving snake oil
Those that know will know it ain't for 'em
Can't force the truth but still can't avoid it
What didn't make you simply can't destroy you
All I gotta tell you is I'm walking down my own path
Taking on the struggle, I'ma face it, I'm a grown man
If nobody got me, I know I'ma have my own bag
I carry around a pen, so I can bleed it in my notepad
You want it, let's do it (let's do it)
Riding (riding) my Harley (my Harley)
The saddle's (yeah) leather (you got)
You ridin', jump on it
Living like an outlaw, put it on my headstone
Burnin' down the city with my partners and my guns drawn
And we gon' ride 'til morning light
'Cause in this life, it's do or die, do or die, do or die
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You want it, let's do it (let's do it)
Riding (riding) my Harley (my Harley)
The saddle's (yeah) leather (you got)
You riding, jump on it
Living like an outlaw, put it on my headstone
Burnin' down the city with my partners and my guns drawn
And we gon' ride 'til morning light
'Cause in this life, it's do or die, do or die, do or die
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Jeremiah R Livingston