The Motorcycle Queen
Out Of The Woodwork III
© December 13, 1996 by Gary E. Andrews
All Right Reserved for the Globe

Chords:
Bm XX4432
D XXO232
A XO222O
G barre X55433

(Verse I)
Leather Red got it into her head,
she could be a Motorcycle Queen.
She wanted it the most,
so she headed for the coast,
lookin' for the motorcycle scene.
She heard the hard rock,
and the school of hard knocks.
By the time she'd turned nineteen,
Leather Red had a crown upon her head.
She'd become a Motorcycle Queen.

(V II)
Leather Red got it into her head,
she needed a Motorcycle King.
From her lofty perch,
she started her search,
lookin' for a manly thing.
She heard a loud knock,
It shook her to her socks.
It might be opportunity.
Leather Red met Leather Green.
She'd found her Motorcycle King.

(Chorus)
But the fairytale turned tragic,
out on highway one-nineteen.
It seems he lost his magic,
dropped his bike into the sea,
made a motorcycle widow,
Of the Motorcycle Queen.

(V III)
Leather Red got it into her head,
she could undo this tragedy.
She started makin' runs,
into the risin' sun,
Down highway one-nineteen.
You can't outfox,
the school of hard knocks,
no matter how good you might be.
Leather Red took the crown off her head,
And no pleasure in being a Queen.

(V IV)
Leather Red should've gone to bed.
Instead she went to New Orleans.
Nobody there even seemed to care,
she'd once been a Motorcycle Queen.
She saw a Gypsy sign,
said "Read palms." "Read mine!"
The Gypsy made it plain.
Leather Red would meet Leather Green,
somewhere in eternity.

(Verse V)
Leather Red got it into her head,
man was greater than machine,
so she opened her up,
but she didn't see the truck,
somewhere near Abilene.

(Repeat variant chorus)
Her fairytale turned tragic,
out on highway one-nineteen.
Her friends said she lost her magic.
They dropped her bike into the sea,
restored the Motorcycle Queen,
to her Motorcycle King.
No longer a widow.
She's the Motorcycle Queen.

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"The Motorcycle Queen" Copyright December 13, 1996 by Gary E. Andrews
All Rights Reserved For The Globe

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