Born near thr bluegrass of my old Kentuky home
Her angel-like morality she kept till she was grown.
Then in her eighteenth year, rebellion took it's course
She couldn't get enough of the American iron-horse.
She was bred in old Kentuky ~ but she's just a crumb down here.
She was a motorcycle mama ~ born to raise some hell
Her old man is a greaser, yea, but she don't mind the smell
Well now she's the type of woman who never gets enough
She's got a tatoo on her titty says "DISCO SUCKS"
Well I don't ride no Jap Suzuki, no don't ride no Yamaha
Don't give a shit about a Honda, only Harleys' got it all
Well now she's the type of woman who never gets enough
She's got a tatoo on her belly says "I LIKE TO ..."
She was a motorcycle mama ~ born to raise some hell
Her mold was made in heaven, yea, but you could never tell
She could be the type of woman who always gets enough
If she rode with Harley riders with their black leather stuff.
