Heaven on Hog

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© T. B. Jackson

Wrap me up in leather

Sit me on a solo seat

Point my toes towards that old black snake

And in heaven I will be

Let me eat away the miles

With a rhythmic throbbing beat

From a V-Twin mill between my legs

Open pipes behind my feet

And I'll knock it back a number

Crank the gas and hear the roar

Just like the screaming of an eagle

Majestically I'll soar

And while it may not be enough for some

It's really all I need

To feel the wind blow in my face

On a classic iron steed