[Verse 1: deep gravel male MC, menacing and slow-burning] Sunday mornin', engines wakin' on the gravel lot Fifty bikes, black leather, and the coffee's hot Every rider got a patch with the same red rose Nobody's talkin', and everybody knows Main Street better clear it, 'cause we're rollin' through slow Sheriff at the crossin', and he already know Every light in the county turnin' red when we pass And we ride right through it like the red is made of glass Shopkeepers in the doorways standin' still in a row Every one of 'em knows exactly where we go [Hook: deep gravel male MC, full force over the chugging bass] Kickstands up, kickstands up, fifty engines in a line Every red light in the county gonna wave us through this time Kickstands up, kickstands up, ain't nobody passin' us today And the lady out in front is gonna lead us all the way [Verse 2: deep gravel male MC, harder] She rebuilt her first engine on a kitchen table at night Taught half the men in leather how to lean into a fight Broke her hip at seventy, and she rode at seventy-one Said, "A doctor can't tell a woman when her ride is done" Picked me off a curb when I was fourteen and lost Put a wrench in my hand, never asked me what it cost Every outlaw in the county used to stand up when she spoke Now they're lined up on the sidewalk in their Sunday coats She's out in front in the long black car with the flowers on the hood And the reason every light is red is 'cause the county said it should Ain't no debt we came to settle, ain't no score we came to collect It's a funeral, and the whole town's payin' its respect [Hook: deep gravel male MC, full force over the chugging bass] Kickstands up, kickstands up, fifty engines in a line Every red light in the county gonna wave us through this time Kickstands up, kickstands up, ain't nobody passin' us today And the lady out in front is gonna lead us all the way [Bridge: deep gravel male MC, low and heavy] Helmet on the casket and her gloves on the lid Every man in leather cryin' like a little kid Cut the engines one by one at the cemetery gate Fifty bikes go quiet, and she never liked to wait [Verse 3: deep gravel male MC, proud and loud] Then I fired mine back up, 'cause she told me to my face "Don't you dare go quiet, baby, when they put me in my place" Forty-nine behind me hit the throttle all at once Shook the leaves off every oak, and the whole hill felt the punch Pastor holdin' both his ears, and he's grinnin' anyway Her husband's on the hill, and she's next to him today Rode her all the way to him, and we never made a stop Kickstands down, Miss Ruby, you can rest it at the top [Final Hook: the distorted bass guitar doubles the hook melody, deep gravel male MC] Kickstands up, kickstands up, fifty engines in a line Every red light in the county gonna wave us through this time Kickstands up, kickstands up, ain't nobody passin' us today And the lady out in front is gonna lead us all the way [End]
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