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Allen Harris - Big Red Lyrics

*Motorcycle sound*

Verse:
There was a dicey fella with long black hair
He was tattooed from head to toe
Had a bitchin red chopper ridin' on down the road

Chorus:
Smoke scattered streaks mark the earth
Wind blowing boldly cross the twist and turns
Roaring engine spit, shake, and growl
Nothing but road we're free to roam about
Open road take me alive, rather die cruising, it's my life

Verse:
Blasting past those yellow dotted lines
Converging paths start to grow
Left with so many choices, where do i go

Chorus:
Smoke scattered streaks mark the earth
Wind blowing boldly cross the twist and turns
Roaring engine spit, shake, and growl
Nothing but road we're free to roam about
Open road take me alive, rather die cruising, it's my life
Verse:
While on the road with the whistling breeze
There's not a set place to go
But when asked, you just let go


Outro:
Ridin' on that bitchin' chopper
RIdin' on that bitchin' chopper
Ridin' on that bitchin chopper