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The Midwest Home Grown Band: Music

Sturgis Calls

(The Midwest Home Grown Band)
July 27, 2011
Eric Einhorn

This is a story about the annual pilgrimage of motorcycle riders to Sturgis South Dakota. It is also about a week long escape that allows average work-a-day Joes to be pirates or astronauts or anything else they dream of.  

STURGIS CALLS

Well my backpack is strapped and my sleeping bags rolled - my chrome horse is ready to ride

She’s American made and proudly displayed - like a gem in the Midwestern sun

There’s a cool morning breeze in the cottonwood trees - like a cowboy I settle in saddle

In my denim and hide- I’m ready to ride - like a soldier headed off into battle

With a twist of the throttle I take to the streets - mile one of my long journey west

Just east of South Bend I’ll hook up with some friends - kindred spirits on a great vision quest

And we roll through the fields of Wisconsin

To the Rockies by way of Sioux Falls

Over twelve Hundred miles through the Heartland we’ll ride

On our way for today Sturgis calls

Our gleaming machines drawing fanfare – from the town folks as we rocket by

Lurid rebels out chasing adventure – and a piece of American pie

On a journey about independence – and a cleansing of spirit and mind

It’s a weeklong escape from the rules and red tape – of the dull lives we’re leaving behind

And we roll through the fields of Wisconsin

To the Rockies by way of Sioux Falls

Over twelve Hundred miles through the Heartland we’ll ride

On our way for today Sturgis calls

It’s ninety degrees in the Bad Lands – as we roll into town at high noon

We’re wind burned and sore but we know the cure – a cold beer at full throttle saloon

When the outlaws take over the Black Hills – the first full week of August each year

They say even the carved faces of Rushmore – look away from what happens out here

And we roll through the fields of Wisconsin

To the Rockies by way of Sioux Falls

Over twelve Hundred miles  through the Heartland we’ll ride

Every year when we hear

Over twelve Hundred miles - through the Heartland we’ll ride

Saddle up!