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Boomer Road: And as the sunset faded, I spoke / To the faintest first starlight / And I said next time / Next time / We’ll get it right
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Boomer Road: And as the sunset faded, I spoke / To the faintest first starlight / And I said next time / Next time / We’ll get it right

Took a look down a westbound road
Right away, I made my choice
Headed out to my big two-wheeler
I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead on the Northern plains
And just rolled that power on

12 hours out of Mackinaw City
Stopped in a bar to have a brew
Met a girl and we had a few drinks
And I told her what I’d decided to do
She looked out the window a long long moment
Then she looked into my eyes
She didn’t have to say a thing
I knew what she was thinkin’

Roll, roll me away
Won’t you roll me away tonight
I too am lost, I feel double-crossed
And I’m sick of what’s wrong and what’s right
We never even said a word
We just walked out and got on that bike
And we rolled
And we rolled clean out of sight

We rolled across the high plains
Deep into the mountains
Felt so good to me
Finally feelin’ free
Somewhere along a high road
The air began to turn cold
She said she missed her home
I headed on alone

Stood alone on a mountain top
Starin’ out at the Great Divide
I could go East, I could go West
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin’
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin’

Roll, roll me away
I’m gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin’, gotta keep ridin’
Keep searching ’til I find what’s right
And as the sunset faded, I spoke
To the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
We’ll get it right

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  • Bunny January 2, 2020, 6:12 AM

    “Just then I saw a young hawk flyin’
    And my soul began to rise
    And pretty soon
    My heart was singin’…”
    Yes, he got it right. It’s just like that. Nature, the great healer, usually works like a charm.

  • Rudy Ferguson January 2, 2020, 1:25 PM

    In order to really appreciate this song, you need to have owned a Harley at some point in your life.

    • James ONeil January 1, 2022, 11:18 AM

      I’d argue with you there. A Harley, a horizontal jug BMW, Indian, shucky darn just a thumb. It’s the gettin’ no matter what you’re getting on.

  • Tired dog January 2, 2020, 4:45 PM

    …next time I’ll get it right…

  • Terry January 2, 2020, 7:24 PM

    Bob Seger.

    What a great time this was:
    I placed my right hand on her left thigh while our lips were pressed together. She very swiftly but gently picked up my hand and placed on my right thigh. A few more Saturday nights at the drive-in movie theater and she . . . did not remove my hand from her thigh . . .

    These were the times. Too much fun:

    https://youtu.be/CBq_cYsu3AI?list=RDCBq_cYsu3AI

  • Stevo January 4, 2020, 7:09 PM

    True boomer gold. All his songs are about how great things used to be.

  • jwm January 1, 2022, 6:09 AM

    True story, Rudy.
    I have had the Hog, and done the rides. Crossed this continent ten times over on my ’91 FSXTS, just going where I felt like it. I was road guard on the Milwaukee to Sturgis run three times. No windshield, no fairing, no helmet.
    The thing with the chick didn’t work out so good, though. Just as well.
    She’d have just got in the way.

    JWM

  • KCK January 1, 2022, 8:08 AM

    You couldn’t write a song like this, and put it to church piano music, without the kind of ideal freedom we felt as Americans. We were the light of the world. Everybody knew it, and everybody felt it as if it were in our bloodstream.

    I was in St Petersburg, RU, and I witnessed a Harley Davidson club ride as they sped around a couple of blocks, like ersatz freemen. No wind was at their back. Soon, there won’t be any here, either.

    Rolls up his sleeves. Spits on his hands.