Biker Trash

I ride the bike even when it's a little cold I am now biker trash so I am told What has changed I just can't see Has parking my truck really made a change in me Or is the fact that I like to ride And that my friend I'll never hide From the ones that can't understand How that throttle feels in my hand Yet it's still the same man as before That now you have some need to ignore Last week when you were broke I didn't laugh or at you poke Instead I held out my hand Helping you as much as I can When you once had no food to eat Who put that sack of groceries at your feet The that time your kids got really sick My phone seemed to ring awfully quick At those times you were not afraid And a friend I thought I had made But now my face you can only slap Because I have a leather jacket and some chaps Go ahead and judge me if you must And I really don't need your trust I have shown what I can and will do In your time of need I was there for you Now that you've seen me ride Have I some how hurt your pride? Now your friendship may be missed But don't dial my number I must insist Because in my truck or on my bike I am still the man that for 5 years you did like Maybe the stories are really true Everyone is trash unless they live like you! An Uncle Charlie Original