Harley - Kathy Mattea

There was a motorcycle mama and her man

With a wind-burnt tan and a Harley

Roarin' through Bakersfield when her water broke

They pulled into a hospital and for a little joke

They named him Harley

They bought a sidecar

And a small bandanna band

And they loved their Harley

Slidin' sideways, up the coast

Cruisin' highway one

The sidecar came undone

No one noticed

Thrashing through a golden meadow

It came to rest right where

A farmer’s wife cried

«Jesus Christ has answered all our prayers»

And they named him Harley

Because of a tattoo

That claimed his name was true

And they loved their Harley

He was raised upon a farm, cradled in the arms

Of Beulah and Barney

But then at a restless age they unlocked his cage

And he became a carny

There was a motorcycle daredevil deluxe

Jumping fifty trucks at the fairgrounds

A middle aged hippie couple way up in the stands

Heard the crowd chanting 'loud, the name of this young man

And they called him Harley

And that hippie couple smiled

Could this be their long lost child?

So they met Harley

Convinced him of the news

When they compared tattoos

And they loved their Harley