Drifter MC

Steel toes on the gravel

Patches on a worn-out vest

Drifters mc on the backroad

Living loud

Forget the rest

Chrome horse in the moonlight

Kickstand up

That’s my sign

Drinking Homemade apple cider

Tastes like fire

Party on a Harley

Burning up the night (hey!)

V-twin thunder running red-line high

Eating up miles

We don’t think twice

Cider in our wains

Bugs on the visor

Party on a Harley

Chasing that fire

Smoke curls from the back wheel

Burning rubber

Spinning black

Laughing at the speed sign

Middle finger looking back

Campfire at the Club house

Cider jug passing hand to hand

Sticky sweet

That cider hits

Like a hammer to the head

Headlight halo on the county line

Every white stripe falling behind

Gas tank low

But the mood’s much higher

Apple cider on the tongue

Gasoline in the choir [gang shouts]

One more Club

One more party

One more night

Riding under busted stars