Harvey Lee Summers - The Open Road

When you sure you’re gonna do everything wrong,
You’re free to do anything at all.
So, you gotta break through like a cannonball,
Yeah, you push on through and you hit that wall.
Tires squeal in an asphalt trance,
By the neon lights of a highway dance.
Living free and leather bound,
Just you hear the roar of the fatboy sound.

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Just you and me in the open road,
Through the high country on the map we go.
Feeling the heat from the electric glide,
And I swear to God we’re in paradise.

Smell of the night and the gasoline,
Start a fire in your body, set your spirit free.
You’re leaning to a curve like you’re devil in black,
And gravity knows your trick and holds you back.
Every mile you burn, just feel so right,
Sixty five horses enjoy right to your side.
No one also (know?) they’ve feel so free,
So, take a little ride with f**s and me.

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