' Harleys and Horses'

Casey was a cowboy a little different from the rest
Casey felt a good ride was the ultimate kind of test
With his stetson hat and leather coat made his trademark known
A fast riding country boy with a heart they say made of stone

Casey loved his rodeos, smell of the open country air
bareback rider some say so good no one else would dare compare
say he could charm the horses like some men charm the ladies
when the sun went down he’d mount his bike, ride it straight to Hades

The county fair came to town that hot and humid day
A harley cruised the fairgrounds leaving a trail of dust along the way
The main event at the rodeo advertised a thousand dollar prize
When the other cowboys spotted Casey fear gleamed in their eyes

Casey laid his money down, smiled for all to see
knew the winning purse was his for a mere ten dollar fee
When his name was called the crowd grew quiet,  evil filled his face
  the horse he’d drawn was a mean one known as the “Devil’s Ace”

Casey screamed let’s get this done, they opened up the gate
when he looked into this horses eyes he knew it was too late
Devil’s Ace bucked like a demon who didn’t seem to care
Some swear the horse smiled as Casey took his last breath of air

The story goes if you’re around the fairgrounds late at night 
You’ll see the ghost of Casey on his harley shining bright
With his stetson hat and leather coat that made his trademark known
Just a fast riding country boy with a heart they say made of stone

              Harleys and Horses is what his tattoo read
              You are what you ride, you make your own bed
              Harleys and Horses they’re two of a kind
              Riding fast, dying young with no one left behind