Harleys & Indians (Riders in the Sky)
When I go to heaven, Harley Harley heaven,
I want to meet a King like the Panhead 48.
I want to meet the Fat One, we can talk for hours.
When my time has come, babe, I won't be running late.
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
When I go to heaven, Red-skin heaven,
I want to meet the Chiefs, yeah, I want to meet all Scouts.
I won't miss my friends 'cause I know where they'll be.
We're all part of the Indian Family.
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
It's alright, baby.
I'm okay, honey.
I'm only travellin' through this state of mine
Hey, it's alright, mama.
I'm doin' fine now, mama.
I'm only in a certain state of mind, hey!
When I go to heaven, Hog Hog heaven,
I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way.
We're kickin' and we're revvin', we're dressing up in style.
It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky.
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
Flying high!
Riders in the sky.
(Na na na na...)
