| There was a motorcycle mama and her man
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| With a wind-burnt tan and a Harley
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| Roarin' through Bakersfield when her water broke
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| They pulled into a hospital and for a little joke
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| They named him Harley
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| They bought a sidecar
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| And a small bandanna band
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| And they loved their Harley
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| Slidin' sideways, up the coast
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| Cruisin' highway one
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| The sidecar came undone
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| No one noticed
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| Thrashing through a golden meadow
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| It came to rest right where
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| A farmer’s wife cried
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| «Jesus Christ has answered all our prayers»
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| And they named him Harley
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| Because of a tattoo
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| That claimed his name was true
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| And they loved their Harley
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| He was raised upon a farm, cradled in the arms
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| Of Beulah and Barney
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| But then at a restless age they unlocked his cage
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| And he became a carny
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| There was a motorcycle daredevil deluxe
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| Jumping fifty trucks at the fairgrounds
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| A middle aged hippie couple way up in the stands
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| Heard the crowd chanting 'loud, the name of this young man
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| And they called him Harley
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| And that hippie couple smiled
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| Could this be their long lost child?
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| So they met Harley
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| Convinced him of the news
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| When they compared tattoos
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| And they loved their Harley |