| I’ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
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| I started out with this basket case
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| I thought I’d made quite a find
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| I paid my money and took the thing home
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| Folks thought I was outta my mind
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| Cussin' and kickin' I got the thing runnin'
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| Headed down the road with my motor just a gunnin'
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| There came a knockin' noise down by my shoe
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| I’ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
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| I pulled off the road and got to a station
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| No one could figure out what in tarnation
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| Was makin' that knockin' noise down deep in her soul
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| So I twisted and tightened and pounded and turned
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| But the man shook his head and said
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| «Well, I think she’s burned»
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| Settin by the road with a hadful of screws
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| I’ve got the broke down Harley Davidson blues
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| Sittin' by the side ponderin' my fate
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| When up pulls a man, and I’m tryin' to look straight
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| Walked right up to me with a big old frown on his face
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| Said, «Boy, you get this here pile of junk
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| Lowdown rusty pice of funk
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| Call someone and have it moved from this place
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| I’ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues
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| (spoken):
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| «Say, boy, ehy you got a license?
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| Sure hope you got papers for that thing!
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| You don’t have no warrants out on ya?»
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| «Huh?»
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| «Get this thing outta here |