Pen Pals
By : Bob Bryant
They new right from the very start
They both shared the same soul
Neither one of them gave a damn
About riches of Silver or Gold
But fate, for them it was not fair
To neither one it had ever been
For she was married to another
And for him his luck had run thin
They met first as pen pals
Her son had become his friend
They both shared the same small cell
Inside the same state pen
There were other obstacles also
That they could not overcome
But he knew from just her letters
That she would have been the one
She never came to see them
The distance to travel was to far
But many nights he sent her his love
Ridin’ on a star
They each swore that they loved each other
From just the words each read
He had earned a place in her heart
And she was always in his head
There is no doubt in my mind
That there love was meant to be
I can say this cause I knew both
HER SWEET SMELL
By : Bob Bryant
As I sit here isolated in this gray cell
What I thought we had was an unbreakable love
It started shattering one night, when push came to shove
I had walked out of the bar to have a smoke
Hell no need to lie, it was to catch a toke
Out came my Angel, she had tears in her eyes
Some “Asshole” inside had made her cry
She said he stopped her, up near the bar
Told her he was gonna have her, outside in his car
Grabbed her by her arm, as she started to beg
She got free, then found me, after she kicked his leg
You can bet your ass, I was one pissed man
When I got inside, the shit hit the fan
I said to him, “With God make it right”
“Cause boy I’m fixing to take your worthless life”
On the floor of that bar, I robbed his last breath
He’d laid hand on my woman, his penalty ,death
“Your Honor” didn’t accept, the insanity plea
My sentence he said “ You’ll never be free”
She came to see me once, I was handcuffed and shackled
She said “ I can’t handle this, I won’t be back love”
So as I sit here isolated in this gray cell
My mind drifts back to her sweet smell
Bring Them On
By: Bob Bryant
Your children want to see you
Is what she said to me
Your son is seven years old now
Your daughter just turned three
I said, “ I want to see them too babe
I want to see them with all my heart
But to have them see me in this place
Would just tear me apart”
Then the words she said to me
They sent chills to my bones
I’ll tell you what she said to me
Just before I said, “Bring them on”
She said, “ Your son is full of questions
About when is daddy coming home, again
I hate when I have to tell him
“Not until you’re ten”
“Your daughter pulls your picture
Off of the bottom shelf
She carry’s it all over the house
She kisses it, until it’s a mess”
“Your son looks at me sometimes
He says I can barely remember my dad
He was only three, when you came in here
Bringing them here wouldn’t be that bad”
“Wouldn’t you rather them see you
To know what a great man you are
Besides we’re out in the open
They won’t see you behind the bars”
“I think he’s old enough to understand
What put you here wasn’t your fault
Those guys were gonna kill you
You just stood your ground and fought”
“As far as your lovely daughter
Well she doesn’t really care
She just wants to kiss her daddy
Like the picture with the long black hair”
“Sometimes when we go to your shop
They see that old Harley sitting there
Your daughter says that’s daddy’s bike
Your son says ,not seeing him is not fair”
I think as you just read this
You’ll see why I said “Bring them on”
I want them to know their daddy
The day that they let me go home
It’s Time
By : Bob Bryant
Winters coming, I know it
I can feel it in my bones
Time to put away the bike
Time to mumble and groan
It’s time to start the tear down
Time to mend her minor aches
Time to get her ready for next year
Time to replace those near worn brakes
It’s time for a good cleaning
Pay attention to her details
Time to repay for the last few months
The ones she handled so well
It’s time to show her I love her
That she is still a part of my soul
Let her know when the spring winds start blowing
Together we’ll be ready to roll
DOWNTIME BLUE’s
By Bob Bryant
The leaves fall, from the trees,
The time of winter is drawing near
Soon it’ll be to cold to ride
A good time to check third gear
I noticed about a month ago
New tires wouldn’t hurt a thing
I ain’t got no money now
But she’ll have new rubber by spring
From November til February ends
I know right where she’ll be
Sitting in that old garage
Getting new things she needs
As with all things, winter it will pass
Come Spring I’ll ride again
So this is to the Bro’s of the road
I’ll catch ya in the wind
So It Goes
By : Bob Bryant
Unbridled passion
A lustful sin
His souls destiny
Life in the wind
Rumble of the motor
Tearing at his being
A passion this strong
Curves taken leaning
Wide open roads
Where dreams lay in wait
Non conforming man
Forever tempting fate
A gift from the world
Thus the cold heart
Politically incorrect
Was from the start
Only living to ride
One day at a time
So he was bred
A legend of our time
Modern day cowboy
Loner to the bone
The world his castle
Chromed iron his throne
Freedoms his mistress
Righteousness his wife
That’s the way it goes
In a bikers life
