Baby all I got is this beat up leather bag. And everything I own don't fill up half. But don't you worry 'bout the way I pack. All I care about is gettin' back real soon.
I don't take my whiskey to extremes. Don't believe in chasin' crazy dreams. My feet are planted firmly on the ground. But, darlin', when you come around.
Written by - Steve Bogard & Rick Giles. . 1986 Harley. Blowing smoke and sucking oil. My daddy said, 'Buy it and you're crazy boy'. You can't tell me nothin'.
Been a long time lonely grown set in my ways. No eye for tomorrow just a chain of yesterdays. You were the first time I knew where I stood. Now I walk a new line and I think the change is gonna do me good.
A 1986 Harley. Blowin' smoke and suckin' oil. My daddy said, "Buy it and you're crazy, boy". Can't tell me nothin'. . It took two months to fix it up.