Ron Madore

Lyrics

Cowboys & Harleys
© D. Wagner - K. Dozier - R. Madore

That open road is about as close to Heaven
she’s ever gonna get
Yeah, she likes to raise hell, on that old Softail
But on Friday nights, parked outside the honky tonk
While she ties one on and ropes one in

She likes cowboys and Harleys
Daddy’s little angel hardly
She knows what she wants
And all she wants
Is to live free, not be tied down
He’ll be gone when the sun comes back around
And she’ll smile and turn that key
Both give her what she needs
Cowboys and Harleys

One holds her tight, one lets her fly
If freedom was religion she’d be a saint
God knows she ain’t
They take her breath
Make her heart beat fast
They’ll be her death
And she’s fine with that

She likes cowboys and Harleys
Daddy’s little angel hardly
She knows what she wants
And all she wants
Is to live free and not be tied down
He’ll be gone when the sun comes back around
And she’ll smile and turn that key
Both give her what she needs
Cowboys and Harleys
Cowboys and Harleys