She's hard to get started She's always so cold In the mornings I find her - She's looking so old There's so many miles I've been down that road once or twice She's not much to look at When we ride through town But I know when the chips fall She won't let me down She knows how to run And she don't run around on her man
She's a high flying lady She takes me where I want to be There's no other woman Standing between her and me I'll always be faithful And keep her 'til the end of time God knows I'll always love That old Panhead of mine
I've seen fancy dressers And they've caught my eye I rode'em to ride'em Then I told them goodbye I flirted with Low Riders Sportsters and Shovelheads too