Ride

She was sitting at the bar, sipping on a PBR

Ignoring all the cowboys

When I walked in

She rolled up like a breeze, looked down at my keys

Asked if they were Harley's

I said, "Yes, ma'am"

She asked, "Boy, you ever been down to New Mexico?"

And when I said, "No"

She said, "I wanna go 120 down the highway

Wind in my hair just to leave it all behind me

Arms around you with your hands on the handles

Holding on

You be my Clyde, and I'll be your Bonnie

Slide over here, put your hands on my body

I've been waiting for your kind of trouble my whole damn life

So get on the bike and ride"

I said, "Girl, slow down, let's order up a round

Let's talk this over

You're going way too fast"

But she had a way with words, I had never heard

She won me over

In no time flat

There was something about the way she was looking at me

That got me thinking kinda crazy

She said, "I wanna go 120 down the highway

Wind in my hair just to leave it all behind me

Arms around you with your hands on the handles

Holding on"

I'll be your Clyde, and you be my Bonnie

Slide over here, put your hands on my body

Girl, I've waited for your kind of trouble my whole damn life

So get on the bike and ride

"I wanna go 120 down the highway

Wind in my hair just to leave it all behind me

Arms around you with your hands on the handles

Holding on

You be my Clyde, and I'll be your Bonnie

Slide over here, put your hands on my body

I've been waiting for your kind of trouble my whole damn life

So get on the bike and ride

Get on the bike and ride"