Keep Rolling - A Biker's Tale

Hey you, give me a ride - Hey you, give me a ride
 We all rode down to Vegas to challenge our gear
 Nothing but a good time, nothing else to fear
 My boots were all hot from the unforgiving heat
 As we reached a city well prepared to cater our need
 Had a lucky hand in Poker, grabbed a girl in between
 Made a run for L.A., never to be seen
 Life is good when you're on the open road
 It creates stories, lies and sagas never been told
 Rumbling down the highway, let it rip in between
 Arriving in L.A. start living my dream
 My goddess serves tequila and beer at the beach
 Hollywood fame and fortune they're all within my reach, Yeah
 Keep on Rocking, Keep On Rolling
 Keep Rolling, Keep On Rolling - Heyeah
 Why stop now, we're on a run for our fame
 Heading for New York and our lives won't be the same
 Made a stop in Salt Lake City, the Beehive State
 But the state I'm in I better run, or else I'm gonna be late
 I've seen Utah's temples, saloons and guitars
 Was arrested down in Moab and slept behind bars
 Keep on Rocking, Keep On Rolling
 Keep Rolling, Keep On Rolling
 Keep riding eastbound, hitting Route 66
 Chicago cold as hell, that's were I'm getting my kicks
 Driving dirt and back roads never wanting to quit
 My little piece of freedom, that is what I get
 I've seen and felt my country, and I shout it out loud
 I love this country, it makes me so proud
 Keep on Rocking, Keep On Rolling
 Keep Rolling, Keep On Rolling - Heyeah
 I made it to the East Coast, New York is my prize
 You see that city you see that state, it opens your eyes
 Made it clear across the country, to challenge my gear
 But I think I'm heading back to Vegas, have another beer
 Keep on Rocking, Keep On Rolling
 Keep Rolling, Keep On Rolling - Heyah –
 yeah Baby!