Lyrics Canned Heat

Canned Heat

Harley Davidson Blues

He's moving down and has half evil's face.

He's never strolling down and never takes a rest.

It's a hell out [...] like a devil [...] to [...]

It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.

Right in by day or in the middle of the night

What he's doing makes me feel alright.

It's a hell out [...] like a devil [...] to [...]

It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.

Cry, cry [...] mad in the sun,

Don't care about them.

Run, run [...] mad in the sun,

But on your Harley Davidson.

When he's taking on the time trembles and [...]

Although the [...] fire enourmous more than cycle makes.

It's a hell out [...] like a devil [...] to [...]

It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.

Cry, cry [...] mad in the sun,

Don't care about them.

Run, run [...] mad in the sun,

But on your Harley Davidson.