Sometimes I know how to find my way But I don'''t Sometimes I know just what to say But I won'''t Plastic ponies in a pastel field hanging on my wall She gave it to me and then she hit the road And I'''m still waiting for her call CHORUS: I tried to ride with the Motorcycle Mama But the motorcycle let us me down I tried to ride with the Motorcycle Mama But the/my Mama she let me down Let me down I tried and tried to ride but it just ain'''t right I don'''t look so good on a hog or a trike Someday soon that dude'''s gonna come along On a flair painted Indian singing all the words to her song CHORUS She'''s riding free above the trees Crossing over the Great Divide I'''m down here with my years and fears But I know some day I'''ll ride I know some day I'''ll ride In the side I packed up all my things in a plastic bag I drove to the mountain top and I lit the rag Plastic ponies turn to smoke and sift into the sky I threw my heart into the flames and the sparks flew in my eye I tried to ride with Motorcycle Mama But she can'''t be with anyone She'''s gonna ride and ride and ride and ride And ride til she hits the sun She'''s gonna ride and ride and ride and ride And ride til she hits the sun Oohh Lay your big spike down Oohh Lay your big spike down