Born to Ride - Blackjack Billy

I was born to the outlaw branch of my hillbilly family tree

4 walls rules and the law naw they never took a likin to me

Give me a wolf pack howling on an open road yeah livin' out on the edge

This leather and crome ain’t coming home till I’m down to my last breath

Fly like a bullet fast and free I’m a rolling stone come roll with me

Keep on diggin up danger

Keep one sittin in the chamber

State to state and town to town keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down

All you black top hammer down rebels

Don’t stop running with the devil

Rip it up country wide

Till the good Lord takes me

Baby I was born to ride

Sweet mama she prays all day I’ll slow down

But here’s the deal

You know I do what I can Mr. Preacher man but I’m damned to hell on wheels

Give me a 2 lane highway any day and some redneck rock and roll

They say 4 wheels they move the body baby

But 2 wheels move the soul

Fly like a bullet fast and free I’m a rolling stone come roll with me

Keep on diggin up danger

Keep one sittin in the chamber

State to state and town to town keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down

All you black top hammer down rebels

Don’t stop running with the devil

Rip it up country wide

Till the good Lord takes me

Baby I was born to ride