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It's a thing called Brotherhood,
An alliance of men,
Known to those who've stuck together,
Through thick and thin.
The men whose hearts are true,
The ones who love to ride,
Who practice the Brotherhood,
and gain from the pride.
They are the righteous, with all that it means,
These men are true Brothers,
Riding American machines.
Riding sometimes alone, more often in packs,
The wind in their faces, club colors on their backs.
But ask yourself one question, "Why do I ride"?
The answers the same, for those who have died!
For it's not jus' the Harley that makes the man,
Not jus' the patch he flies, nor the ring on his hand.
It's not the direction he chooses,
or the path that he takes, nor the road that he follows
or the friends that he makes.
No. It's a thing shared among us,
A respect you can see.
Because we are JUS BROTHERS,
We all ride to be free! B. F. F.
This page last updated on: June 20th, 2006
