Black Denim Trousers

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He wore black denim trousers,  and 
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motorcycle boots
      And a black leather jacket 
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with an eagle on the back
     He had a hopped-up 'cicle,   
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that took off like a gun
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     That fool was the terror,   of
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 Highway 101

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Well, he never washed his face and 
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he never combed his hair
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He had axle grease imbedded 
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underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a,     
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red tattoo
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A picture of a heart,   saying 
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"Mother, I love you"
He had a pretty girlfriend by the 
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name of Mary Lou
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But he treated her just like,    he
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 treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her and 
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everybody knew
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He loved that doggone motorcycle 
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best    (ch)

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Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded as
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 she begged him not to leave
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She said "I've got a feeling if you
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 ride tonight I'll grieve"

But her tears were shed in vain and 
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her every word was lost
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In the rumble of an engine and the 
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smoke from his exhaust
 Then he took off like the Devil, 
there was fire in his eyes!!
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He said "I'll go a thousand miles 
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before the sun can rise."
But he hit a screamin' diesel that 
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was California-bound
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And when they cleared the wreckage,
 all they found
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[Chorus]
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Was his black denim trousers and 
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motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an 
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eagle on the back
But they never found   that  'cycle 
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that took off like a gun
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And they never found the terror,
of High     way    one    oh      
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one