Bikeriders - Lucero

Kathy met a girlfriend at a place around Grant

Swore if she got out alive she’d, not go back again

Fellas didn’t know her and they scared her half to death

Hand prints on her jeans, she would have just got up and left

That’s when she saw Benny standing, over by the bar

Sat back down and waited 'til he came over to talk

Later on that night, as she was walking out the door

Benny started up his bike and the boys came out for more

They picked her up and put her on the back of Benny’s bike

Now Kathy’s been with Benny Bauer ever since that night

She’s tried to leave him many times, can’t quite get away

Seen more jails and courts and laywers than she’d like to say

That Benny’s always been a fighter, that’ll never change

Kathy takes him home and heals him up, it’s all the same

He made it from the club room all the way out to the street

They beat him with the barstools but he made it on his feet

Kathy’s running to her boy, picks him up and takes him home

And Benny’s crying «Kathy please, I’m sorry don’t you know?»

I’m sorry don’t you know, I’m sorry don’t you know?

At a bar they call Stop Light the fellas drink their beer

Women with their hair done up, they make it very clear

Which one of the fellas all is theirs and can’t be touched

They’re tellin' me that motorcycle riders just give up

They’re talkin' to the pretty ladies, everyone they can

I never seen the trouble caused all by just one dance

If Benny don’t get himself shot tonight, I wish he did

When he gets home

Now Kathy’s dating Benny and he keeps her by his side

Kathy’s still the cutest girl these boys will ever find

Riders line up BSA’s out on the scrambler’s tracks

Levi’s, jeans, and a leather jacket numbers on their backs

Benny’s bike is too big to race up 250 class

They make him start way up the hill, up by the railroad tracks

Tomorrow, they’ll all ride across the Illinois state line

Motorcycle Blessing at the St Christopher Shrine

Kathy’s walking out the door, leaving Benny all alone

And Benny’s crying «Kathy please, baby don’t you go»

Baby don’t you go, baby don’t you go

Kathy mean it this time

Just leave in the middle of the night

His wallet’s on your table, boots on your floor

The car is parked right outside your back door

So leave him asleep in your bed and

You’re halfway to Chicago before goodbye is said