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  1. Sturgis Calls

From the recording Sturgis Calls

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.  

Lyrics

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!