I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen
I remember my mamma raising cane with me
She said, Son tell me why you want to ride that thing

She didn´t know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to ride motorcycles
And she likes it too
I like to ride motorcycles
And he likes it too

I always wore my hair just a little too long
Daddy didn´t like it and he made no bones
If I´d have gotten it cut like he wanted me to
She wouldn´t have had nothing left to run her fingers through

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to wear my hair long
And she likes it too
I like to wear my hair long
And she likes it too

I remember riding around with my buddies back home
Listening to some country on the radio
When they tried to change the station to some Rock and Roll
I´d turn the Opry up just as loud as it´d go

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like country music
She likes it too
I like country music

She likes it too

Now I got a big Harley and my hair is still long
And I´m still listening to a country song

I got my own reasons
Why I do what I do
I know what I like
She likes it too
I know what I like
She likes it too
Yeah I know what I like
She likes it too