You see a lot of people riding motorcycles nowadays but there's one thing you seldom see and that's a full-dressed Harley 74. They don't hardly make them like that anymore. Here's a song about it. Just as far back as I can remember old Harley's the one bike for me. Three broken ribs along in December everywhere he brought one busted knee. The reason I've not sold my black leather jacket I knew I'd be riding once more. In back of that guy with the chest that says mother on a big Harley 74. No sports cars I just ain't fond of and don't look for me on sweet little Honda. I'll pass your way with a crash roar and rattle on a front-plated Hawk with fringe on the saddle. Give me a Harley with fringe on the saddle and 48 lights on the back. It feels so good to be back on my Harley as we roar down the street. I'm so thrilled. Poor mother screams as I pass by her doorway you're gonna get yourself killed. Mom shouldn't worry or fret while I'm riding with my hair blowing wild in the wind. A stitch on the back of my black leather jacket are the names of my nearest of kin. No sports cars I just ain't fond of and don't look for me on sweet little Honda. I'll pass your way with a crash roar and rattle on a front-plated Hawk with fringe on the saddle. Give me a Harley with fringe on the saddle and 48 lights on the back.