Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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(1974)

Burnin’ down the highway on my chrome and leather steed
Cruisin’ through the desert sand, don’t matter ‘bout the speed
I got no man upon my mind and I got no place to go
just a motorcycle dreamin’ and I don’t like goin’ slow

The road unwinds before me like a picture on the wall
with a thousand miles behind me and a thousand more to fall
the engine’s music to my ears and I'm flyin’ on the ground
as my motorcycle dream unfolds, the sun is goin’ down

I’ll make Vegas tonight, I can almost see the light
My tires are singin’... my ears are ringin’ ...oohh

Mornings here I’ve packed my bag and I’m on the road again
Cruisin’ in the morning sun on highway 101
My mind is on the road ahead and my body’s close behind
and my motorcycle dream is real here by the ocean side

I’ll make Vegas tonight, I can almost see the lights
My tires are singin’ ... my ears are ringin’ ... Motorcycle Dream

My Motorcycle, My Motorcycle Dream
My Motorcycle... oohh oohh
Motorcycle Dream, My Motorcycle ...Yeah, Yeah!