Harleys & Indians (Riders In The Sky)

Words & Music by Per Gessle

When I go to heaven, Harley Harley heaven.
I want to meet a king, like the panhead 48.
I want to meet the fat one, we can talk for hours.
When my time has come, Babe. I won’t be running late

Flying high, riders in the sky.
Na na na na

When I go to heaven, Red-skin heaven.
I want to meet the chiefs. Yea, I want to meet all scouts.
I won’t miss my friends cos I know where they’ll be,
We’re all part of the Indian family

Flying high, riders in the sky.
Na na na na

It’s alright, Baby. I’m OK, honey.
I’m only travellin’ thru this state of mine.
Hey it’s alright, mama, I’m doin’ fine now, mama.
I’m only in a certain state of mind.

When I go to heaven, Hog Hog heaven.
I’ll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon’s on his way.
We’re kickin’ and we’re revvin’, we’re dressing up in style.
It’s time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky

Flying high, riders in the sky.
Na na na na

Come on, come on.