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