I was born a poor white child,
livin' free and runnin' wild,
ridin' hard for miles and miles
country boy, livin' country style,

Sometimes people stare at me,
I know what they think they see,
is a long haired filthy biker man,
but that ain't really what I am,

Some think they see a biker outlaw,
some stare me down and call the law,
but what I am ain't what they see,
cause' they don't see the real me,

If you want to know the real me,
take a closer look at what you see,
and don't look at my super-glide,
take a look at what's inside,

Now I believe in chivalry,
boy, don't ya disrespect a lady,
buddy I hope you're into pain,
if you do it where I can see,

I don't believe in prejuduce,
its ignorant and so unjust,
I'll tell you how I know, you see,
because I've had it happen to me,

Cause' I'm called a Biker Outlaw,
with hard knuckles and a tough jaw,
some stare in fear what they see,
but let me tell you about the real me,

Me and child molesters don't agree,
don't you let em' too close to me,
for what Richard did to sweet Polly,
he'd swing from a tree if it was up to me,

So don't you violate innocence,
don't you try it sinner, better repent,
it's always safe inside my fence,
you better listen to me,

Cause' I'm a biker not an outlaw,
you hurt a child I'll break your jaw,
take a deeper look at what you see,
you might just like the real me!