Letras
He met her in Georgia
Lost her in Texas
Somebody like him
That she met in a bar
He only known her
For July and August
But he really liked her for sure
Born to ride
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
He rode through the Delta
Crossed the Great Plains
The mountains of Denver
He thundered on through
Trying to forget
The day that he met her
Oh his nights
They were so black and blue
Born to ride
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
How could an old warrior
Fall in love with someone
Young as his daughter
And fall for her lines
With his heart in a spin
His head in a fog
All he's been holding
Is an old Harley hog
Born to ride
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
One day in California
He took a notion
To drive on the highway
But down by the ocean
Pulled on the throttle
Run baby run
His t-shirt read Sturgis 1981
Born to ride
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride