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Steve Werner---American Troubadour

Lyrics from Biker Campfire

STRICTLY AMERICAN
I come back home looking for a little action
spinning in the rain trying to get some traction
I couldn’t control my wheels I couldn’t understand
the dream that I was chasing was American
Pretty girls with big green eyes
drunks asleep under western skies
I went out walking walking slow
where the polyester romeos all go

I heard R&B it was a soul crusade
I walked into that bar and I was swept away
ahh felt so good felt just like a man
born and raised Strictly American

I come back home needing more than an alibi
there was something in my bones I had to satisfy
I been trying and trying like any honest man
to find some kind of truth to be American
Milwaukee bikes and Detroit cars
holding hands in the back of the bar
isn’t it romantic? isn’t it real?
you got a right to all the dopey things you feel

I heard R&B it was a soul crusade
I walked into that bar and I was swept away
ahh felt so good felt just like a man
born and raised Strictly American

I believe in good friends
I believe in getting by
I believe that you gotta have hope
I believe that you gotta keep trying
I believe in rock and roll
I believe in you and me
I believe this river runs from sea to shining sea

I heard R&B it was a soul crusade
I walked into that bar and I was swept away
ahh felt so good felt just like a man
born and raised Strictly American

strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American
strictly American strictly American

ALL DRUNKED UP
said I’d never get all drunked up again
I went and let down all my friends
my wife got mad and now she’s gone
packed up left me sitting alone
goddammit i’m all drunked up again

why don’t I know when to say when
I wake up wondering where I’ve been
repo man come and took my car
when I spent that payment down at the bar
goddammit I’m all drunked up again

I’m pissing off everyone that I know
the rent’s come due and i got no dough
sitting on the porch with the radio
just a bottle in a bag and nowhere to go

I try to go straight but I mess it all up again
that face in the morning mirror just ain’t my friend
I know my weakness and i know my sin
that weakness put me in the mess i’m in
goddammit I’m all drunked up again

I’m pissing off everyone that I know
the rent’s come due and i got no dough
watching the weeds in the front yard grow
just a bottle in a bag and nowhere to go

I swear to god I won’t get drunked up again
but that’s a lie and I know that he knows that i’m lying again
there’s hellfire waiting for me when I die
cause I traded my soul for a whiskey high
goddammit I’m all drunked up again

COLOR ME GONE
Color me gone
call me mister history
man I’m gone
somebody new has kissed her
now her lips won’t whisper my name
the embers of our flame have cooled
now, I’m walking along
color me wrong color me gone I’m a fool

color me gone
thought I had it made but I was wrong
thought she would have stayed
but as the screen door swayed in the breeze
night found me on my knees again
and now I’m walking along
color me wrong color me gone this is the end

color me blue
another lonely friday night with nothing to do
color me green
with the envy of knowing that I’ve been cut out of her dreams

color me gone
now I’ll smoke a big cigar and drink alone
I’ll get drunk and walk around
and then go home and sleep on the floor
tomorrow I’ll be more than cool
but tonight I’m walking along
color me wrong color me gone I’m a fool

RIDING ALONE
Trouble Trouble snapping at my heels
trouble in my blood and in my bones
moon sinking low knows the way I feel
tonight me and the moon will ride alone

Riding alone, Riding alone
along a quiet winding road they call the long way home
Don’t you worry baby I won’t be gone too long
tonight me and the moon will ride alone

mercy, no mercy for my brothers in this world
mercy is a name they’ve never known
time is a bandit?it steals every little pearl
and leaves us nothing but to ride alone

Riding alone, Riding alone
along a quiet winding road they call the long way home
Don’t you worry baby I won’t be gone too long
tonight me and the moon will ride alone

Everything I can’t explain to any living soul
everything my deepest sorrow buries in a hole
everything my weak and faltering faith could never start
lives out on a two-lane road and dies here in my heart

Trouble Trouble?constellations in my sky
trouble finding everything I own
the moon sinking low beckons me to try
Tonight me and the moon will ride alone

Riding alone, Riding alone
along a quiet winding road they call the long way home
Don’t you worry baby I won’t be gone too long
tonight me and the moon will ride alone

GIANT THING
If you go out riding in the desert tonight
where the gila monster and the rattlesnake bite
where the rubber burns and the radio sings
come on baby shake your hair - run for your life oh baby I don’t care
tonight you might be dinner for the giant thing

Giant thing baby baby bubba giant thing honey mama don’t you know
there’s something out there creepin’ out there in the sand
giant thing bring a towel baby giant thing-get disemboweled
don’t you dare go there to the lair of the giant thing

I got a little red panhead stroked and bored
when I twist that wick them drag pipes roar
cruising to a poppin’ little party where the cats all swing
come on baby let’s get gone
you lookin real fine with your red dress on
oh by the way did I mention the Giant thing

Giant thing baby baby bubba giant thing honey mama don’t you know
there’s something out there creepin’ out there in the sand
Giant thing rock-a-hula baby giant thing big a-droola
don’t you dare go there to the lair of the giant thing

Let’s swing real hard to the bongo beat
let’s drink a little wine and get jumpy feet
let the rubber burn and the radio sing
come on baby shake your hair
what’s creeping around over there
hey--AAAAAAH!!!!Giant thing

Giant thing baby baby bubba giant thing honey mama don’t you know
there’s something out there creepin’ out there in the sand
Giant thing the way the song goes Giant thing he ate my bongos
don’t you dare go there to the lair of the giant thing
There’s something really really big out there they call the giant thing
There’s something really really big out there they call the giant thing

MELANCHOLY TATTOO
ink in my skin
blood on a pin
in memory of, your name here
time on my hands
this pain i can withstand
for a rose for a heart for a tear

marking this time
marking my crime
with words etched in blood red and blue
innocence brings
kisses that sting
like a sad melancholy tattoo

a heart on my sleeve and a name on my arm
and a highway to hide my disgrace
what i can’t bury i still have to carry
in a hitchhiker knapsack in a roadside embrace

I pay for my sin
with pain in my skin
and two hundred dead presidents
I murder my past
and this pain won’t last
time buries all evidence

a heart on my sleeve and a name on my arm
and a highway to hide my disgrace
what i can’t bury i still have to carry
in a hitchhiker knapsack in a roadside embrace

ink in my skin
blood on a pin
in memory of, your name here
time on my hands
this pain i can withstand
for a rose for a heart for a tear

THE ZOO
yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-yibba-dibba-dibba-doo HEY!

I’m gonna get real drunk and pee on a punk and give you a dunk my dear
gonna fall in the grass and kick your ass if you don’t get me a beer
I’m wise and witty now show me titty the weekend has begun
my bike is red my balls are blue let’s have some fuckin’ fun

OH yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-yibba-dibba-dibba-doo HEY!

Here I dwell in a circle of hell they call confunction junction
a K-Mart tent and a sleeping bag and whiskey for consumption
a motorcycle is everything a man could need and more
I think that’s funny now roll me in honey and throw me to the whores

OH yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-doo yibba-dibba-yibba-dibba-dibba-doo HEY!

(the following contains scenes of a sexual nature and may not besuitable for some viewers)

Oh I like naked girls on bikes and naked chicks in showers
and naked strippers on the stage I stare at them for hours
at night I dream of naked girls dancing just for me
my obsession has a name spelled T-I-T-T-T-T-T Ohhhhhhhhhhhh

I got real drunk and peed on a punk and gave you a dunk my dear
fell in the grass and kicked your ass when you didn’t get me a beer
I’m wise and witty I saw some titty the weekend is all done
my bike is broke my balls are sore this sure was fuckin’ fun

FORTY-EIGHT HOURS
forty-eight hours with the headlights on a high beam
Buick roadmaster and a belly full of dexadrene
stain on the window and a flame on the door
hundred-mile stare and a shotgun on the floor
forty-eight hours with the headlights on a high beam

Radio station selling Jesus to the born-again
little girls on the phone confessing where and when
someone lit a fire in the field tonight
follows right behind and passes out of sight
radio station selling jesus jesus jesus again

a hundred straight black-top miles to the state line
another hit of white-cross another shot of red wine
somewhere in between the pan and the fire
somewhere in between the lie and the liar
is a hundred straight black-top miles to the state line

forty-eight hours with the headlights on a high beam
Buick roadmaster and a belly full of dexadrene
stain on the window and a flame on the door
what’s in the mirror doesn’t matter any more
forty-eight hours with the headlights on a high beam

forty-eight hours forty-eight hours
forty-eight hours forty-eight hours
forty-eight hours with the headlights on a high beam

THE RODEO
shine your scooter and wax your wife
come on down have the time of your life
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo
see old friends and drink some brews
roll in the dirt and get a tattoo
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo

scooter tramps and scooter chicks
and scooter games and scooter tricks
pull a sled, roll in the hay
or just sit on your ass all goddamn day

eat some food, buy some stuff
black t-shirts can’t get enough
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo

biker tramps and biker trash
biker babies with diaper rash
pull a sled, roll in the hay
or just sit on your ass all goddamn day

eat some food buy some crap
pretty little girl gonna sit in your lap
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo
look at them tits look at that rear-end
bark like a dog and embarass your friends
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo

chicks--bikes--girls--i like
bands--blues--chicks--tattoos

manly men and girly girls
best goddamn rodeo in the world
check out the bikes, roll in the hay
or just sit on your ass all goddamn day
eat some food, go to the can
take off your shirt and get a suntan
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo
then later on when it’s getting dark
you can try to remember where you parked
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo

hot club....

scooter tramps and scooter chicks
and scooter games and scooter tricks
pull a sled, roll in the hay
or just sit and drink beer all goddamn day

shine your scooter and wax your wife
come on down have the time of your life
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo
see old friends and drink some brews
roll in the dirt get another tattoo
hey bro-let’s go to the rodeo

ROCK ON, WILD WOMEN
Look at her?no her?no that one over there
Some of these women here tonight forgot their underwear
my bros and me watch this spree—about to lose our minds
I dropped my grits when I saw those tits—and an ass I could get behind

Rock on you wild women
you're the reason why we're here
though we might say it's something else
like bikes and bros and beer
we're ecstatic when you show up
and pathetic when you're gone
Rock on, wild women rock on!

Now biker babes are a different breed—we all know that’s right
they’re queer for beer and got need for speed—and they like to fuss andfight
they dance and prance and drink and slink right out of their underalls
on behalf of my bros and me, god bless alchohol!

Now baby—oh baby—when you point those things at me
If they’re loaded they might go off—and make a mess of me
Now baby—oh baby—never apologize
we love you cause you’re one of us no matter what your size

Heaven—oh heaven—is a party that never quits
and a furious fling of fishy flesh and a tingling tower of tits
now you could search for the meaning of life to the furthest end of theworld
but give me some beer and a rocking song and bring on the dancing girls!

Rock on you wild women
don't let anyone put you down
for doing what you want to do
for us drunken bozo clowns
Freedom is for everyone
from Alaska to the Amazon
Stay strong, wild women, rock on!
Stay strong, wild women, rock on!

THE KING OF MAIN STREET
I rode a bad two-wheeler down the eastern seaboard
with a pack of my brothers that like me for who I am
and as that southbound road got warmer and warmer and warmer
I smelled a Coppertone cutie laying on the Daytona sand

I’m the king, I’m the king I’m the king of Main Street
I’m looking for a queenie to be my girl
honey come take a ride
on the sand by the waterside
and when the sun goes down tonight I’l be the king of the world

I’m proud of my bike I got blood, sweat and tears in my scooter
late nights in white lights in garageland to keep her this way
no money could buy all the memories I have had on her
and she’s looking fine riding me into Daytona today

I’m the king, I’m the king I’m the king of Main Street
I’m looking for a queenie to be my girl
honey come take a ride
on the sand by the waterside
and when the sun goes down tonight I’ll be the king of the world

these women down here they got beer and they’re wicked and willing
they dance and they strut on this wild running river of chrome
they lay all over the beach within reach like clams for the digging
and hey brother I’m digging me up one before I go home

now I lean on this pole and I look in my soul and I wonder
cause somewhere back home there’s a job and a front door key
but in the other direction is a highway that goes on forever
and that siren song of freedom is singing to me

SCARS
I’ve got scars on my face
scars on my hands
scars on the inside
untouched by mortal man
I can’t bury them so I carry them
and I wear ‘em like a crown
Shine ‘em up like stars
and drive to another town

Babies call me mister, waitresses call me sir
I take a little milk in my coffee and I give it just a little stir
now out here on this highway there’s no use for names
cause you’re everyone and you’re no one
and your just changing lanes

I’ve got scars on my face
scars on my hands
scars on the inside
untouched by mortal man
I can’t bury them so I carry them
and I wear ‘em like a crown
Shine ‘em up like stars
and drive to another town

you see every kind of vehicle every make and model-year
some with bald tires and bailing wire and you wonder how they steer
you see fast machines and limousines and trucks of every size
and in every one there’s a driver
looking at the world through drivers’ eyes

some I got from working, some I got in fights
some I got from falling down, drunk late at night
but every time that I got hurt and every time I bled
it left a crooked little roadmap of the life that I have led

I’ve got scars on my face
scars on my hands
scars on the inside
untouched by mortal man
I can’t bury them so I carry them
and I wear ‘em like a crown
Shine ‘em up like stars
and drive drive drive

RED HARLEY-DAVIDSON
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson it makes a big motor sound
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson from Milwaukee town
I like the feel of a v-twin oh man I like to putt it around

some guys ride fast but I take it slow
I’ve got plenty of time and nowhere to go
red Harley-Davidson, a red Harley-Davidson
got a red Harley-Davidson oh man I like to putt it around

I got my nuts in the wind and bugs in my teeth
I’ve got a big dirty girl sitting right in back of me
red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson oh man I like to putt it around

let’s putt it now

gonna run to the capital, get a little gas
gonna stick my little helmet of the governer’s ass
red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson oh man I like to putt it around

gonna say it again

let’s go putt it now

I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson oh man I like to putt it around

yeah yeah yeah

I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson, I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson
I’ve got a red Harley-Davidson oh man I like to putt it around

HEY OLD FRIEND
The biker nation’s riding in
to gather in this town again
that old familliar rumbling sound
another Sturgis comes around
see old friends
older grayer every year
but buy another round of beers
and by god those years just disappear

and Hey Old Friend
holy smoke how long’s it been?
I remember when
I knew you then

around a campfire singing low
those songs we heard so long ago
they got old went out of style
and we just rolled along the miles
reminisce of times long gone
drink a toast to friends passed on
hoot and holler from bar to bar
and lay bedrolls down among the stars

and Hey Old Friend
holy smoke how long’s it been?
I remember when
I knew you then

I knew you then--time flew by
lives lived in the wind
friends forever--forever friends
we carry our memories like ink in our skin

this time always seems to fly
we shake hands and say goodbye
we’ll take different highways home
but wherever we may roam
brother...
may your roads be smooth and free
may friends keep you good company
and may you feel that August wind
blow you to this town again

and Hey Old Friend
holy smoke how long’s it been?
I remember when
I knew you then

THE STURGIS TANGO
The Sturgis Tango--the Sturgis Tango
let’s all get drunk and do the sturgis Tango
the Sturgis Tango--my bike went bango
too drunk to fuck but never too drunk to tango

hello policeman what’s this here I swear to god that’s not my beer
I did not do that big burnout my tire’s on fire let’s put it out
my girlfriend did not show her tits her new bikini does not fit
I’ll go buy her a new muu-muu as soon as you and I are through

doing the tango--the Sturgis Tango
I’ll walk the line and do the SurgisTango

Hello young lady what’s your name and would you like to play a game
it’s called show us your goddamn tits your shirt comes off that’s pretty much it
hey don’t get mad don’t go away how can we win if you don’t play
we are all good Americans now raise the flag and show some skin

and do the Tango--the Sturgis Tango
nude strippers love to do theSturgis Tango

I’d really like to take a ride and see the pretty countryside
and mount Rushmore’s lovely view and that big Crazy Horse thing too
the winding roads at sunset’s glow oh I would really like to go
but I have to pee I’m drunk it’s dark and I can’t remember where I parked

and so I tango--the Sturgis Tango
waiting in line to pee doing the tango

I have an awful stomach ache no I can’t eat no more pancakes
no more tri-tip and barbeque if I smell spareribs I will spew
my colon is so packed with beef I cannot shit there’s no relief
but when I finally have to go run for your life I’m gonna blow

and do the tango--The Sturgis Tango
two hours in a port-a-pot doing theTango

so sad that now it’s time to leave I blow my nose upon my sleeve
punch one more person in the mouth get on my bike and point it south
I’m such a sentimental guy a tear comes to my one good eye
I vocalize a happy ode and run your trailer off the road

and do the tango--the Sturgis Tango
let’s all get drunk and do the Sturgis Tango
The Sturgis Tango--The Sturgis Tango
too drunk to fuck-----but never too drunk to tango

OLE!!!!

BIKER CAMPFIRE
The road can be a long cold lonesome affair
You can get lost when you’re running out there
From “bikers not welcome” bars
to towns where the cops give chase
but here there’s wine and guitars
and a smile on a friendly face

There’s a biker campfire at the end of the road
pull up a chair bro and take off a load
and we’ll sing and drink wine till the embers retire
then sleep with the friends and the fools
around a biker campfire

Life can make you sad it can hold a man down
clip your wings and trap you in this town
but highways go on and wheels roll
keep this simple thought in mind
stripped down to a bike and a bedroll
life becomes nothing but time

who wants to live in a world full of graveyards?
who wants to die without gathering scars?
bikers and kids playing cowboys and indians know
life is out there waiting for you under the stars

the road can be dirt, blacktop, gravel or tar
it’s the place that you go to find out who you are
ink on a map can show you what’s over the horizon line
but only the map in your heart can show you how to follow the signs

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