Story Behind the Song
A story about a motorcycle ride that was shared on-line with a group of riders that have banded together around the Indian brand. In the process, a virtual friendship became a personal one. Man & machine..heading across the country..ride on, Blackdog
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From the north he rode alone, leaving a life it seemed. Pointing the Chief to parts unknown, riding to chase his dream. South to the Keys he rode with friends, members of the clan. An electric brotherhood, an Iron Indian band.
From the southern point of Florida through the gulf storms he rode on. Over Spook Hill into Panama City the bike purred right along. On Beale Street the King called him towards Graceland in the rain. Riding with the tribe, an Iron Indian band.
Ride on Blackdog. Ride out our dream. To be a wild Indian at heart, livin life and riding free
Lassiez les bon temp roullete, Cher, Louisiana people said. The Natchez Trace at night time, must be outta his head. West past Mississippi, into Houston over Brazos alone Into Austin over Lime Creek, dust was in his bones.
Ride on Blackdog, Ride out our dream. To be a wild Indian at heart, livin life and riding free
Terlingua it was ghostly. Bisbee, Tombstone, and Big Nose Kate's. Mount Lemon into the sky with his Iron Indian Mates. Sedona in the desert, the Hopi Master touched his soul. Flagstaff to Grand Canyon slidin through the snow.
Ride on Blackdog. Ride out our dream. To be a wild Indian at heart, livin life and riding free
To the land of endless summers. To the birthplace of our rides. To the coast up in the fogbank, ocean by his side. All the people that just followed, to the ones that rode along. Now were all Iron Indians, this is everybody's song.
Ride on Blackdog. Ride in our dream. To be a wild Indian at heart, livin life and riding free
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