Early Sunday morning,
sun begins to climb
I’m headed on my Harley,
down Highway 99
And I’m gone, solid gone
I’m gone hey hey hey
The highway is calling
Don’t you want to come along
I can almost taste the freedom,
I can feel it in my bones
Like bustin’ loose of shackled
chains it’s time to leave my home
And I’m gone solid gone
I’m gone, hey hey hey
Grab you backpack baby
Don’t you want to come along
White clouds dot a perfect sky
Fence posts blur as I ride by
radio’s playing my favorite song
Say don’t you want to come along
Call my boss and tell him
I won’t be in today
I don’t want his lousy job
he can keep my lousy pay
And I’m gone,solid gone
I’m gone, hey hey hey
Slide behind me daddy
Don’t you want to come along
I don’t know where I’m going but
I don’t like where I’ve been
I know I’m headed out of here,
and I won’t be back again
And I’m gone hey hey hey
You got nothing here to hold you honey
Don’t you want to come along
Don’t you want to come along
