I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen

I remember my mamma raisin' cane with me

She said, Son tell me why you wanna 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 nothin' 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 ridin' around with my buddies back home

Listenin' to some country on the radio

When they tried to change the station to some Rock 'n' 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