Lyrics
VERSE 1
Curt was a man from the Everglades…..
Where gators roll and sawgrass sways…..
He had an airboat for giggin' frogs
Had a Swamp buggy for huntin' hogs
But this good old boy's number 1 machine –
-was a Harley Davidson he named Christine
He had a true love he called Sweet Sue
Life was good and the fishin’ was, too.
Her long black hair flew in the wind
love of his life and his best friend
Sue was his oyster-shucking queen -
and every evening they'd ride Christine
CHORUS:
They'd ride – ride forever
They'd glide – through the night
Their lives – were tied together
And together – they'd ride forever
VERSE 2:
His birthday– 50 years old
'Felt something strange, his blood ran cold
Then he started forgetting things
‘something going wrong up in his brain
The doctor said, “I'm sorry, son,
It’s hard to say, you don’t have long.”
Curt called up his old friend, Bo
“Remember our plan from years ago?”
Bo just nodded, through his tears,
Grabbed his tools and a couple beers
They worked that night, ensured the dream ------
that Curt would always ride Christine
CHORUS:
They'd ride – ride forever
They'd glide – through the night
Their lives – were tied together
And together – they'd ride forever
BRIDGE
Ashes to ashes, to- gether forever
through the night with her he’d ride
dust to dust he’d never-leave her side
and forever free they’d ride
--and forever free they’d ride
INST 8 BARS
VERSE LAST
People came from miles around
The howling wind made a mournful sound
Sue came riding on Christine
The engine roared --- body gleamed
She said, “There'll be no stone to name - Curt's with me, riding in this frame.”
CHORUS X2
They'd ride – ride forever
They'd glide – through the night
Their lives – were tied together
And together – they'd ride forever