Verse 1 Sun’s barely up over that red dirt line, Chrome catching fire in the morning shine. We ain’t just riders, we’re a long‑kept vow, Brothers on the highway, and the time is now. From the square and compasses to the thunder of the run, We ride with purpose for the Widow’s Son. Chorus We ride for the Widow’s Son, For the ties that can’t come undone. From the lodge hall lights to the blacktop nights, We stand as one. Raise that throttle to the sky, Let the engines testify— We’re the Widows Sons, and our journey’s just begun. Yeah, we ride for the Widow’s Son. Verse 2 Patch on my back tells the story I keep, Of brothers I’ve lost and the promises we keep. Charity miles on a worn‑out road, Carrying the weight of a sacred code. Every mile we roll is a bond we’ve spun, In the name of the craft and the Widow’s Son. Chorus We ride for the Widow’s Son, For the ties that can’t come undone. From the lodge hall lights to the blacktop nights, We stand as one. Raise that throttle to the sky, Let the engines testify— We’re the Widows Sons, and our journey’s just begun. Yeah, we ride for the Widow’s Son. Bridge When the storms roll in and the night gets long, Brother, you ain’t ever ridin’ alone. There’s a light in the East and a hand on your back, Guiding your wheels down the winding track. Verse 3 From Oklahoma plains to the mountain winds, We ride for the lost and we ride for our friends. A compass of honor, a square made of steel, A brotherhood you don’t just join—you feel. And when my final highway’s run, Lay me down as a Widow’s Son. Final Chorus We ride for the Widow’s Son, For the ties that can’t come undone. From the lodge hall lights to the blacktop nights, We stand as one. Raise that throttle to the sky, Let the engines testify— We’re the Widows Sons, and our journey’s never done. Yeah, we ride for the Widow’s Son.
