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Ride OnI was born for the fast laneA rambling fever in my veins Firestones on a roll, that's how goes On the road again I said to heck with the rear view Cause what's already behind you Is a damn good reason for keeping your back to the wind That needle pinned Ride on with your cold chrome and metal Ride on with your knees digging in to your saddle Like a bat out of hell Got the world by the tail When it feels that good to be gone Ride on I always act like I don't care When the blacktops going nowhere Keep my head down, tough it out Don't think about how life ain't fair Ride on with your cold chrome and metal Ride on with your knees digging in to your saddle Like a bat out of hell Got the world by the tail When it feels that good to be gone Ride on Full speed ahead Forget the breaks Slam the gas Don't look back And ride on Ride on Like a bat out of hell Got the world by the tail When it feels that good to be gone Ride on Ride on Yeah I was born for the fast lane Ride on |