By David Allan Coe - That old Panhead of mine

By David Allan Coe

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

I've cussed her and beat her

And kicked her to just get her started

A couple of times

You might think I'm crazy

But I love that Panhead of mine.

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

God knows I'll always love

That old Panhead of mine

God knows I'll always love