Motorcycle songs

Today’s iPod playlist was all motorcycle-related songs.

The Other Kind, Steve Earle
I’m back out on that road again, turn this beast into the wind
There are those that break and bend, I’m the other kind
I’m the other kind

See, it used to be I was really free, didn’t need no gasoline to run
Before you could say Jack Kerouac and turn your back, I’d be gone
Yeah but nowadays I got me two good wheels
And I seek refuge in aluminum and steel
It takes me out there for just a little while
And the years fall away with every mile

The Motorcycle Song, Arlo Guthrie
I don’t want a pickle, I just want to ride on my motorsikkle!
I don’t wan’t a tickle, I just want to ride on my motorsikkle!
I don’t want to die, I just want to ride on my motorcy…….cle!

Bat out of Hell, Meatloaf
I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, on a silver and black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, and we’re all about to see the light….

I can see myself, tearing up the road faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe
Ano ones gonna stop me now, I gotta make my escape
But I can’t stop thinking of you
And I never see the sudden curve til it’s way too late
No I never see the sudden curve til it’s way too late
Then I’m dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating and breaking out of my body
And flying away like a bat out of hell

New Sensations, Lou Reed
I took my GPZ out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, its was 40 degrees outside

I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke

There were some country folk and some hunters inside
Somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song

They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her

Ghost Rider, Rush
(of course, the whole song is about motorcycling, so here’s an excerpt I especially like):

Sunrise in the mirror, lightens that invisible load
Riding on a nameless quest, haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider

Just an escape artist, racing against the night
A wandering hermit, racing toward the light

From the white sands
To the canyon lands
To the redwood stands
To the barren lands

Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory on suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line….

…baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Unknown Legend, Neil Young
Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
She’s been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides, colliding with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.

Motorcycle Mama, Neil Young
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay it down.

I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, down the proud highway
Yeah, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’ down the proud highway
And as long as I keep movin’ I won’t need a place to stay.

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OK, readers, what else have you got? Any other good ones I’m missing?

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46 Responses to Motorcycle songs

  1. SBL Stephen says:

    Here’s a couple:
    Born To Be Wild: Steppenwolf (the classic)
    “Get your motor running
    Head out on the highway
    Looking for adventure
    In whatever comes our way.”
    Ride The Wind: Poison
    “Hearts of fire
    Streets of stone
    Modern warriors
    Saddle iron, horses of chrome
    Taste the wild
    Lick the wind
    Like something they never saw before
    Their jaws dropping to the floor
    Steel made of soul and sin
    Rebels born without a care
    And the day he listens
    Only to fly where eagles dare
    And the night she whispers
    Ride the wind
    Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
    Ride the wind
    Never coming back again
    Painted flesh
    Loyalty
    Humble pride
    Just as far as the eye can see
    Stories told
    Two old friends
    Of battle scars and lonely bars
    And nights the rain wouldn’t end
    Here’s to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
    And the day he listens
    Here’s to lovely ladies and a million miles
    And the night she whispers
    Of all the truths and lies
    And stories of riders in the sky
    They say only the bravest try
    Where eagles and angels dare to fly”
    Actually, doing a search on “motorcycle lyrics” turns up quite a few hits. I thought this one was cute:
    Motorcycle Cowboy: Merle Haggard
    “Yeah I love my biker baby
    She loves her guitar picking pal
    Yeah I love my Harley mama
    She loves her guitar pickin pal
    I’m her motorcycle cowboy
    She’s my long tall gal.
    Yeah I ain’t got no driveway
    Park my hog out on the lawn
    I ain’t got no driveway
    Park my mean old hog out on the lawn
    Well I ain’t got me much money
    Got me a long tall blonde.
    Oh ley, oh a ley, oh a ley hee hooo.”

  2. carolyn says:

    Sweet! I’ll add those to my iTunes playlist at work tomorrow! Keep ‘em coming! :)

  3. James says:

    I can’t believe no one mentioned Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive.
    “Cuz I’m a cowboy; On a steel horse I ride.
    I’m wanted (wanted), Dead or Alive”

  4. Ricky says:

    Jesus and Mary Chain’s “The Living End” from Psychocandy.
    Although it doesn’t seem mention motorcycles per se, I’m rather partial to The Vines’ hit “Ride”.
    Henry Rollins did a nice cover of Suicide’s “Ghost Rider” a while back, its not the same as that Rush song.
    As a Kawasaki fan, I have to get that Lou Reed song now, thanks!

  5. stephanie says:

    Also by Arlo: “Highway in the Wind”
    Sail with me into the unknown void that has no end,
    swept along the open road that don’t seem to begin.
    Come with me and love me, babe. I may be back again.
    Meantime I’ll keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
    Evenings just begin the day, and follows with the night.
    To love you and to be with you, say that it’s alright.
    Love me while you have me, babe. I may be back again.
    Meantime I’ll keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
    There’s times I feel like goin’, times I want to stay.
    Times that I ain’t feeling well. Times I feel ok.
    Now you have time to love me, babe. You may have time again.
    Meantime I keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
    The fortune teller tells me that I have somewhere to go.
    I look and try to understand. I wonder how she knows.
    So I must be going now. I’m losing time, my friend.
    Looking for a rainbow down this highway in the wind.

  6. Michael says:

    If you’re into techno or trance at all, check out “As The Rush Comes” by Motorcycle. It doesn’t explicitly mention motorcycles but it certainly describes the riding experience in my opinion. Great beat for riding too!
    Traveling somewhere, could be anywhere
    There’s a coldness in the air but I don’t care
    We drift deeper into sound
    Life goes on
    We drift deeper
    Into the sound feeling strong
    So bring it on
    So bring it on
    Embrace me
    Surround me as the rush comes
    Embrace me
    Surround me as the rush comes
    Embrace me
    Surround me as the rush comes
    Oh embrace me
    Surround me as the rush comes
    So bring it on
    So bring it on

  7. Michael says:

    “Life Is A Highway” is pretty good too, either the original or the cover by Rascal Flatts.
    Life’s like a road that you travel on
    When there’s one day here and the next day gone
    Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
    Sometimes you turn your head to the wind
    There’s a world outside ev’ry darkened door
    Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
    Where brave are free and lovers soar
    Come ride with me to the distant shore
    We won’t hesitate
    Break down the garden’s gate
    There’s not much time left today
    Life is a highway
    I wanna ride it all night long
    If you’re going my way
    I wanna drive it all night long
    Through all these cities and all these towns
    It’s in my blood and it’s all around
    I love you now like I loved you then
    This is the road and these are the hands
    From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
    The Khyber Pass to Vancouver’s lights
    Knock me down get back up again
    You’re in my blood
    I’m not a lonely man
    There’s no load I can’t hold
    Road so rough this I know
    I’ll be there when the light comes in
    Just tell ‘em we’re survivors
    Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah
    If you’re going my way
    I wanna drive it all night long
    There was a distance between you and I
    A misunderstanding once
    But now we look in the eye
    There ain’t no load that I can’t hold
    Road so rough this I know
    I’ll be there when the light comes in
    Just tell ‘em we’re survivors
    Life is a highway
    I wanna ride it all night long
    If you’re going my way
    I wanna drive it all night long

  8. SteveM says:

    I think a lot of people have heard this song, but haven’t known it was about a dude meeting death on his Triumph.
    Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die
    Jethro Tull
    He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
    Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
    and prays that he always will.
    But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
    all of his mates are doing time:
    married with three kids up by the ring road
    sold their souls straight down the line.
    And some of them own little sports cars
    and meet at the tennis club do’s.
    For drinks on a Sunday — work on Monday.
    They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
    Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to
    die.
    So the old Rocker gets out his bike
    to make a ton before he takes his leave.
    Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
    just like it used to be.
    And as he flies — tears in his eyes —
    this wind-whipped words echo the final take
    and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
    with no room left to brake.
    And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll but he was too young to
    die.
    No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to
    die.

  9. AndrewM says:

    Can’t believe nobody mentioned Bob Seger:
    ‘Roll Me Away’
    Took a look down a westbound road,
    Right away I made my choice
    Headed out to my big two-wheeler,
    I was tired of my own voice
    Took a bead on the northern plains
    And just rolled that power on
    Twelve hours out of mackinaw city
    Stopped in a bar to have a brew
    Met a girl and we had a few drinks
    And I told her what Id decided to do
    She looked out the window a long long moment
    Then she looked into my eyes
    She didnt have to say a thing,
    I knew what she was thinkin
    Roll, roll me away,
    Wont you roll me away tonight
    I too am lost, I feel double-crossed
    And Im sick of whats wrong and whats right
    We never even said a word,
    We just walked out and got on that bike
    And we rolled
    And we rolled clean out of sight
    We rolled across the high plains
    Deep into the mountains
    Felt so good to me
    Finally feelin free
    Somewhere along a high road
    The air began to turn cold
    She said she missed her home
    I headed on alone
    Stood alone on a mountain top,
    Starin out at the great divide
    I could go east, I could go west,
    It was all up to me to decide
    Just then I saw a young hawk flyin
    And my soul began to rise
    And pretty soon
    My heart was singin
    Roll, roll me away,
    Im gonna roll me away tonight
    Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin,
    Keep searchin till I find whats right
    And as the sunset faded
    I spoke to the faintest first starlight
    And I said next time
    Next time
    Well get it right

  10. Mark Charlwood says:

    Hi from England. Just thought that I would post this for you, as it combines bikes and ladies rather well.
    “Unknown Legend” by Neil Young
    She used to work in a diner
    Never saw a woman look finer
    I used to order just to watch
    her float across the floor
    She grew up in a small town
    Never put her roots down
    Daddy always kept movin’,
    so she did too.
    Somewhere on a desert highway
    She rides a Harley-Davidson
    Her long blonde hair
    flyin’ in the wind
    She’s been runnin’ half her life
    The chrome and steel she rides
    Collidin’ with
    the very air she breathes
    The air she breathes.
    You know it ain’t easy
    You got to hold on
    She was an unknown legend
    in her time
    Now she’s dressin’ two kids
    Lookin’ for a magic kiss
    She gets the far-away look
    in her eyes.
    Somewhere on a desert highway
    She rides a Harley-Davidson
    Her long blonde hair
    flyin’ in the wind
    She’s been runnin’ half her life
    The chrome and steel she rides
    Collidin’ with the very
    air she breathes
    The air she breathes.

  11. lizzie bolton says:

    how about this richard thompson song
    1952 Vincent Black Lightning
    Oh says Red Molly to James “That’s a fine motorbike.
    A girl could feel special on any such like”
    Says James to Red Molly “My hat’s off to you
    It’s a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
    And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
    Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme”
    And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
    Oh says James to Red Molly “Here’s a ring for your right hand
    But I’ll tell you in earnest I’m a dangerous man.
    For I’ve fought with the law since I was seventeen,
    I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
    Now I’m 21 years, I might make 22
    And I don’t mind dying, but for the love of you.
    And if fate should break my stride
    Then I’ll give you my Vincent to ride”
    “Come down, come down, Red Molly” called Sergeant McRae
    “For they’ve taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
    Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
    Oh come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside”
    When she came to the hospital, there wasn’t much left
    He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
    But he smiled to see her cry
    He said “I’ll give you my Vincent to ride”
    Says James “In my opinion, there’s nothing in this world
    Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
    Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won’t do,
    Ah, they don’t have a soul like a Vincent 52”
    Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
    Said “I’ve got no further use for these.
    I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
    Swooping down from heaven to carry me home”
    And he gave her one last kiss and died
    And he gave her his Vincent to ride

  12. Father O'KC says:

    The artist is David Wilcox, and the song is, “Eye of the Hurricane”.
    Tank is full, switch is on
    Night is warm, cops are gone
    Rocket bike is all her own
    It’s called a hurricane
    She told me once it’s quite a ride
    It’s shaped so there’s this place inside
    Where if you’re moving you can hide
    Safe within the rain
    She wants to run away
    But there’s nowhere that she can go
    Nowhere the pain won’t come again
    But she can hide
    Hide in the pouring rain
    She rides the eye of the hurricane
    Tell the truth, explain to me
    How you got this need for speed
    She laughed and said “it might just be
    The next best thing to love.”
    Hope is gone and she confessed
    When you lay your dream to rest
    You can get what’s second best
    But it’s hard to get enough
    She wants to run away
    But there’s nowhere that she can go
    Nowhere the pain won’t come again
    But she can hide
    Hide in the pouring rain
    She rides the eye of the hurricane
    We saw her ride so fast last night
    Racing by a flash of light
    Riding quick, the street was dark
    A shining truck she thought was parked
    It blocked her path, stopped her heart
    But not the hurricane
    She saw her chance to slip the trap
    There was just the room to pass in back
    But then it moved, closed the gap
    She never felt the pain
    She wants to run away
    But there’s nowhere that she can go
    Nowhere the pain won’t come again
    But she can hide
    Hide in the pouring rain
    She rides the eye of the hurricane
    She rides the eye of a hurricane

  13. Mark says:

    Hot Rod Heart, John Fogerty

  14. adrian says:

    bad motor scooter montrose,
    the best one of all

  15. Jef Schilp says:

    Then again, there’s the little known “Motorcycle” by Love & Rockets circa 1992. Good drivin beat & mean sound
    Me and the motorcycle
    Me and the motorbike
    We just running around
    My feet are off the ground
    She’s not gonna let me down
    She’s not gonna let me down
    Me and this motorcycle
    Me and this motorbike
    You don’t go too fast
    You just set me free
    It don’t go too fast
    Just let me out
    Let me out
    AHHHH – Motorcycle
    AHHHH – We are free
    I feel warm inside
    On the motorbike
    The wind is all around
    On the motorbike
    We are free
    The motorcycle and me
    The motorcycle and me
    The motorcycle and me

  16. Martin Ward says:

    Sorry to say that Hot Rod Heart by John Fogerty is about driving a Buick, it’s not about motorcycles. Still, that makes about twenty four bike songs!

  17. Martin Ward says:

    What about Silver Machine by Hawkwind or the absolute motorcycle classic Leader of the Pack?
    |\/|artin

  18. Chuck says:

    Must be a young crowd, howbout’ Black denim trousers by the cheers in 1955. Don’t remember that one huh?
    He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
    and a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
    He had a hopped up cycle that took off like a gun
    That fool was the terror of highway 101

  19. Holly McLeod says:

    What an interesting evening this has been reading this. I recently wrote a couple of songs about my love for my Harley and the experience. One titled ” Move to the front seat” a tribute to women getting their own License and riding their own bikes. Another is titled ” Road King Queen ” in honor of my 2007 HD Road King Custom in Suede Blue. You can see this bike and learn a bit more about me on my myspace page Display name HollyStone URL roadkingqueen07

  20. Kala says:

    It’s not all about Motorcycles but cute song…
    “For Your Love” Chris LeDoux
    “Jump a motorcykle over half-a-dozen hondas”

  21. Tim says:

    How ’bout “Motorcycle Man” by Saxon?

  22. Ed says:

    This is great stuff. Though there is no mention of motorcycles in this one, how can you leave it out?
    The Ballad of Easy Rider by Roger McGuinn.
    The river flows
    It flows to the sea
    Wherever that river goes
    That’s where I want to be
    Flow river flow
    Let your waters wash down
    Take me from this road
    To some other town
    All he wanted
    Was to be free
    And that’s the way
    It turned out to be
    Flow river flow
    Let your waters wash down
    Take me from this road
    To some other town
    Flow river flow
    Past the shaded tree
    Go river, go
    Go to the sea
    Flow to the sea
    The river flows
    It flows to the sea
    Wherever that river goes
    That’s where I want to be
    Flow river flow
    Let your waters wash down
    Take me from this road
    To some other town

  23. Nick says:

    Motorhead – IronHorse/Born To Lose
    He rides a road, that don’t have no end,
    An open highway, without any bends,
    Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream,
    Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams,
    On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
    Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
    He lives his life, he’s living it fast,
    Don’t try to hide, when the dice have been cast,
    He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone,
    Loaded forever, and righteously stoned,
    On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
    Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
    Yeah, slide it to me!
    One day one day, they’ll go for the sun,
    Together they’ll slide, on the eternal run,
    Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze,
    Yeah tramp and the brothers, all born to lose,
    On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
    Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
    Rollins Band – Ghost Rider
    Alan Vega. Suicide. Ghostrider. Ghostrider.
    Ghostrider, motorcycle hero.
    Ghostrider, motorcycle hero.
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, he’s blazing away!
    Like the star, star, stars in the universe, yeah.
    Baby, baby, baby, he’s looking so cute, yeah!
    Riding around in a blue jumpsuit, yeah.
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, he’s screaming the truth!
    America is killing its youth.
    I see them trying, dying, choking, drowning, going down, going down.
    I see you dying, dying.
    Oh. You don’t wanna break apart Ghostrider’s heart.
    He’s riding through your town with his head on fire.
    He’s riding through your town with his head on fire.
    Halo burning. Eyes are crying. Halo buring. Eyes are crying.
    Ghostrider, Ghostrider, Ghostrider, Ghostrider keep riding.
    Never stop riding.
    Hey, hey, don’t forget to burn, don’t forget to burn.
    Burn with fire. With fire, fire, fire, fire!
    With fire! Yeah!
    (not necissarily about motorcycles, but everyone’s favorite motorcycle hero~! =D)
    thanks for the songs.

  24. Hokey says:

    “Ride” – Joe Satriani “Flying in a Blue Dream”
    I know some people like to take life easy,
    That’s not my style.
    I’m not the type to let this life tease me,
    I’m gonna make it wild.
    I just wanna ride,
    Get on my bike and ride.
    Some people think you’ve got to live your life one way,
    I disagree.
    I’m not gonna pay attention to them anyway,
    It’s got nothing, nothing to do with me.
    Life is so short, we’ve got
    No time to waste at all.
    I just wanna ride,
    Get on my bike and ride.
    I just wanna ride,
    Get on my bike and ride.
    I see the road, as it opens up before me,
    I feel the heat.
    I’m gonna go where I want, when I want to.
    I’ve got to be free.
    I just wanna ride,
    Get on my bike and ride.
    I just wanna ride,
    Get on my bike and ride.
    Feels so right…
    Feels so right…

  25. Voman says:

    How ’bout this Judas Priest tune – Dessert Plains
    Full moon is rising
    The sky is black
    I heed your call I’m coming back
    The road is straight cast
    Wind’s in my eyes
    The engine roars between my thighs
    From desert plains I bring you love
    From desert plains I bring you love
    Wild mountain thunder
    Echoes my quest
    My body aches but I’ll not rest
    Quartz light to guide me
    Till sunrise leads
    My passion screams, my heart it bleeds
    From desert plains I bring you love
    From desert plains I bring you love
    Then in the distance
    I see you stand
    On the horizon you raise your hand
    In burning rubber
    I end my quest
    You fall into my arms and rest
    From desert plains I bring you love
    From desert plains I bring you love
    Or this classic Outlaws song “Ghost Riders in the Sky”
    An old cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day,
    Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
    When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
    A plowin’ through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost herd in the sky
    Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
    Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
    A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
    He saw the riders coming hard… and he heard their mournful cry
    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.
    Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
    with sweat
    They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd but they ‘aint caught ‘em yet
    ’cause they’ve got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
    On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry
    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.
    The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
    If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
    Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
    Tryin’ to catch this devil herd…. a-cross these endless
    skies.
    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.
    Ghost riders in the sky.

  26. some1else says:

    Free and Easy (down the road I go)
    by Dierks Bentley
    first line is a pair of boots and a sack of clothes …

  27. Frizlefrak says:

    How about “Ride” by Warrant.
    I don’t need love, I just need gasoline
    A broken line so I can pass the things that
    Try to slow me down, or get in my way.
    I don’t need someone holding on too tight
    I’d rather have a warm clean summer night
    Miles of empty road, wind in my face.
    (chorus)
    Gimme a life to ride…and leave what I hate behind.
    Outta sight outta mind…Gimme a life to ride.
    Now this one wants a brand new picket fence
    This one wants his wife to make some sense
    Neither one remembers ever being free.
    Now I control my life and destiny
    Yes I am king of everything I see
    Nothing gonna suck my life away…never gonna be a slave…
    (chorus)

  28. Dave H says:

    There’s a great track off of the soundtrack to “Gonzo”, the Hunter S. Thompson documentary, called “Gonzo’s Honest Run”, describing Thompson’s love of screwing it on, even though he’d ostensibly just gone out to clear a few cobwebs from inside his head…

  29. red_razor says:

    Motorcycle Mama, Harpo (1996 – Movie Star)
    Motorcycle Ride, Rancid (1994 – Let’s Go)
    Motorcycle Mama, Sailcat (1972 – Motorcycle Mama)

  30. REDANDWHITE says:

    Call me the breeze -lynyrd skynyrd !!!
    On the road again -canned heat
    tush -zz top
    la grange -zz top
    gimme all your lovin’ -zz top

  31. Ron says:

    Golden Age of Leather – Blue Oyster Cult
    Feel the Thunder – Blue Oyster Cult
    Against the Wind – Bob Seger

  32. Tim says:

    How about “panheads forever” by David Allen Coe

  33. asd says:

    David allan Coe- Panheads forever or harley someday or when I was a young

  34. Kelley Herr-Roadruck says:

    Harley-Davidson Blues by Canned Heat …is a must motorcycle song!
    Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf …does not mention motorcycles, but the analogy fits!! My bike is named “the magic carpet ride”.

  35. Kelley Herr-Roadruck says:

    MAGIC CARPET RIDE
    I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
    On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
    Any place it goes is right
    Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
    Well, you don’t know what we can find
    Why don’t you come with me little girl
    On a magic carpet ride
    You don’t know what we can see
    Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
    Fantasy will set you free
    Close your eyes girl
    Look inside girl
    Let the sound take you away
    Last night I held Aladdin’s lamp
    And so I wished that I could stay
    Before the thing could answer me
    Well, someone came and took the lamp away
    I looked around, a lousy candle’s all I found
    Well, you don’t know what we can find
    Why don’t you come with me little girl
    On a magic carpet ride
    Well, you don’t know what we can see
    Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
    Fantasy will set you free
    Close your eyes girl
    Look inside girl
    Let the sound take you away

  36. Kurt says:

    What about the Beach Boys – Little Honda? Not a HD song, but still qualifies as a motorcycle (sort of) :-)

  37. Zimm says:

    I’m not a country fan, but this one has really grown on me – Toby Keith: Time for Me to Ride
    I hate forums passionately, but this one has been a great experience. Thanks everyone!

  38. josh says:

    cool post and thanks to all who posted. I was just searching biker songs and ran across this and enjoyed reading them. You know it’s kinda dumb that harley has all of those cd’s they put out but don’t have any actual songs about bikes on them. Well as far as I know anyhow. Well keep the shiney side up………

  39. eliezer says:

    Can’t believe you guys are missing …
    MEGADETH – MOTO PSYCHO.
    hehehe, i love it!

  40. ryan higgins says:

    you have not said any thing about leader of the pack

  41. Gary says:

    Little Honda done by The Beach Boys

  42. Beka says:

    Well this doesn’t discribe motorcycles, but it’
    s awesome to listen to while you ride
    Black Betty by ram jam
    whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
    Black betty had a child (bam-A-lam)
    The damn thing gone wild (bam-A-lam)
    She said “I’m worrin’ outta my mind” (bam-A-lam)
    The damn thing gone blind (bam-A-lam)
    I said oh black betty (bam-A-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    She really gets me high (bam-BA-lam)
    You know that’s no lie (bam-BA-lam)
    She’s so rock steady (bam-BA-lam)
    She’s always ready (bam-BA-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    She’s from birmingham (bam-BA-lam)
    Way down in alabam’ (bam-BA-lam)
    Well’ shes shakin’ that thing (bam-BA-lam)
    Boy she makes me sing (bam-BA-lam)
    Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
    Whoa, black betty
    BAM-BA-LAM

  43. OBSIDIAN says:

    Kickstart My Heart – Motley Crue?

  44. Chris says:

    Whats this song called. was remade for tribute helsl angels song. its begins with

    riding ( or driving )down the highway dressed in black

    and sometime before chorus the text goes like this

    He is the leader of the pack , hellss angeeels.

  45. MARK LUSSKY says:

    The best biker song (and video) I know is “Moi Motortsykl” by the Russian ska-punk group Leningrad., with vocal by frontman Sergei “Shnur” Shnurov. Check it out on Youtube; download it with Rocket MP3. You will be amazed.

  46. GPG says:

    Freewheelin’ by the Road Hammers:

    Pull off, truck stop, pay the man, gas it up,
    waitress, blue plate, bacon, toast, two fried eggs,
    cup of coffee, wash it down, kick start get the hell outta town.
    Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh

    Tattoo, right leg, thumb out, hitching on the highway
    sissy bar, bed roll, anywhere you wanna go,
    Where to go, I dont know, never been to Mexico

    Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh

    Bring it on!

    Pull off, truck stop, pay the man, gas it up,
    cup of coffee, wash it down, kick start get the hell outta town.

    Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh

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