Born to Ride

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

I was born to the outlaw branch

Of my hillbilly family tree

And four walls, rules, and the law

Naw, they never took a liking to me

Give me a wolf pack howling on the open road

Yeah, living out on the edge

This leather and chrome ain't coming home

Till I'm down to my last breath

Well, fly like a bullet, fast and free

I'm a rolling stone, come roll with me, yeah

I keep on digging up danger

I keep one sitting the chamber

State to state and town to town

Keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down, oh yeah

Blacktop, hammer-down rebels

Don't stop running with the devil

We'll rip it up country-wide

Till the good Lord takes me, baby, I was born to ride

My sweet mama, she prays all day

I'll slow down but here's the deal

You know I do what I can, Mister Preacher Man

But I'm damned to hell on wheels

Give me a two lane highway any day

And some redneck rock and roll

They say four wheels, they move the body, baby

But two wheels move the soul

Well, fly like a bullet, fast and free

I'm a rolling stone, come roll with me, yeah

I keep on digging up danger

I keep one sitting the chamber

State to state and town to town

Keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down, oh yes

Blacktop, hammer-down rebels

Don't stop running with the devil

We'll rip it up country-wide

Till the good Lord takes me, baby, I was born to ride, yeah

I'll fly like a bullet, fast and free

I'm a rolling stone, come roll with me, yeah

Keep on digging up danger

I keep one sitting the chamber

State to state and town to town

Keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down, oh yeah

Blacktop, hammer-down rebels

Don't stop running with the devil

Rip it up country-wide

Till the good Lord takes me, baby, I was born to ride

I was born to ride

Hammer down

Yeah, born to ride

Oh, come on, baby

I said, baby, I was born to ride

Yeah, born to ride

Yeah