Story Behind The Song
Great Biker Song
Song Length |
4:23 |
Genre |
Country - Rock |
Lyrics
Colors (Biker Song)
Writer: Larry Schmid
He looked like forty miles of bad road
When he walked through the door
You can tell he'd gone to hell and back, he'll probably go some more
There was dust on his leathers - worn down to his skin
The women liked his angry look - the men were scared of him
And we were staring, he stared back
Then we stated looking down
He shook his head and laughed and said it's the same in every town
Me and my bike were thirsty, so I gave her some gas
All I want is quite drink, I don't wanna to kick some ass
Chorus: Don't judge a man by his colors
Yeah, I might have some distinguishing tattoos
I'd rather ride a motorcycle than an automobile
Now, that don't make a different from none of you
Yeah, I lost my soul in Vietnam - Jesus is my brother - Yeah
Don't judge a man by his colors
Don't judge a man by his colors
Yeah, I am the same man you sent off in 1962
Fight that war in Vietnam for all of you
Now, you're judging me like you're judging so many others
Yeah, don't judge a man by his colors
Yeah, now don't judge a man by his colors
You could've heard a pin down in that small town bar
Then old Paul Smith stood up, then Anita and Luther Star
Then they started clapping and everyone joined in
They'd struck accord within us
Struck a blow for all free men
Repeat Chorus:
As I listen to his Harley fade off into the night
My thoughts went past the smell of whiskey and neon lights
See, most of our legends and our cowboys are gone
Except those like him and the horses they ride on