Story Behind The Song

Another tune in the American Road Anthology from Derrick an American.

Song Description

An epic tale of blood brothers bound together by their bikes, a woman and the open road.

Lyrics

This Biker's Blood

'Cross a road red as the sunset,
The shreds of his i.d. blew in the wind.
"Baghdad Billy" on his tattered vest:
The only name he had when they brought him in.

They cut and stitched and grafted
Til the ma they couldn't find might know her son.
But the head of that desert clinic knew
By sunrise, he was barely hangin' on.

So she called her grizzled saint on the edge of town
Who'd rode her on his bike in her promnight gown.
"Got a boy needs blood, he's runnin' four pints low.
And the kind he needs...Sonny, I ain't seen before."

Got the dust of the Waco to Sturgis ride
A tear from the day Waylon Jennings died.
Dirt from the graves of his brothers in arms.
The scent of a girl in the hay in a barn.
And a drop or two of homebrew sweet as Texas mud
And that's what's flowin' in this biker's blood.

I was facedown on the barstool
On a windin' country road inside a dream.
When the payphone by the Spin 'n Win
Shook me with a long-forgotten ring.
Loretta poured the coffee,
Handed me the phone, 'n kinda smiled.
And before I heard him speak a word,
I whispered, "Sonny Boy, it's been a while."

Just like Butch 'n Sundance, our backs set to the wind,
We blazed a trail across the West, then he rode home again.
And recallin" a campfire tale out on the Kansas plains,
He asked ' "Whud you say that night was a-flowin'- a-flowin' in your veins?"

Got the dust of the Waco to Sturgis ride
A tear from the day Waylon Jennings died.
Dirt from the graves of his brothers in arms.
The scent of a girl in the hay in a barn.
And a drop or two of homebrew sweet as Texas mud
And that's what's flowin' in this biker's blood.

I rode all day and on through the night,
She was waitin' for me at dawn in the ER light.
And for the girl I swore I'd never leave,
I gave Baghdad Billy a reason to believe.

Got the dust of the Waco to Sturgis ride
A tear from the day Waylon Jennings died.
Dirt from the graves of his brothers in arms.
The scent of a girl in the hay in a barn.
And a drop or two of homebrew sweet as Texas mud
And that's what's flowin' in this biker's blood.

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Ionut Mirel Udrea	Best Rock	7/14/2016