Ol` Harley Blues
© by Gypsypashn a/k/a Betsy E Lister
I got them broken down ol` Harley Blues
Fix the bike,
pay the rent
I must choose
No matter which way I turn
I`m just more confused
I got them broken down
ol` Harley Blues
The rear tire is worn
The brakes are shot
The chrome`s a bit faded
The pipes got some rot
The seat`s a bit torn
The rotors gone too
But I got bills to pay
And don`t know what to do!
The windshield`s scratched
The fenders got dings
Wish I had the money
To address all these things
The kickstand`s a bit rusted
My piggy bank`s busted
I`m down on my luck
And short a few bucks
But ~If I`m fortunate
And the lottery win
Then repairs on my bike
Will surely begin
Right now I`m down and out
but not for long
Gonna hear my scoot rumble
Hum her ol` familiar song
And she`s gonna purr
That sweet ol` melody
Yep, be fit as a fiddle
You just wait and see!
Today for me no lottery win
skip the rent I did choose…
Goin` to get rid of these
Broken down ol` Harley Blues