The sun was setting on the tops of the trees
as I laced up my boot down on one knee
I gotta big ole Harley and my girls on the back
and there's a road to the river where the water runs black.

I don my apparel of leather so tight
and take to the road with the suns guiding light
I feel like a King on this black iron steed
I ain't got nothing but there's nothing I need.

Down the winding road through the trees so high
old barns and houses all pass me by
past the tobacco and the fields of cotton
down to the river where time is forgotten