"Just Ride"

"Doing It"

"Building"

I had a dream the other night.
It was about all my friends that were bikers,
And for once every thing was right.

There was Ghost, Buck and Billy from the local M/C,
Thumper of the Tribulators, Max the Chosen One's Prez,
Outlaw Sam, and some of the SFC.

We partied, we danced, and we laughed.
We fired our guns into the damp night air.
Then we straddled our scoots, fired them up
And together rode out of there.

Now that I've had time to roll this dream around in my heart,
I think to myself, wouldn't it be cool if this really could happen?
If all the hard feelings would depart.

Think about it! Bikers! No Clubbers! Bros riding together in the wind.
Defying the man! In one accord!
That's the message we need to send.

One percenters to Christian Clubs, bikers are the last of this nation's free.
Our comrodary would speak volumnes to those who doubt us, who hate us, who envy both you and me.

My desire is to ride with all my brothers,
No matter what club they belong.
Because when I ride with people I love,
No part of it will ever be wrong.

Cochise

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