Lyrics:

Times, I've got to be free
When life's too much for me
On my motor cycle
I get away from people
Off to the sandstone sea

'Cross the desert highway I will ride
Up to the heights, just me and my bike we will glide
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me

I'm a fonda-less hopper
Just me and my chopper
On the desert sand strip
Nearly break the hand grip
No, nothing can stop her

Heading for the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me

Whenever I can't get satisfaction
If ever I can't get any action
Anytime I really want to let rip
Take main street like it was a drag strip

Turning on, burning up the freeway
Treating it just like a speedway
Don't care where, I'm a real easy rider
Anywhere, as free as a glider

Yeah, better than Charlie
I get off, off on my Harley, yeah

Like a hunting condor
See, she will swoop and soar
Racing down the mountains
Shooting up like fountains
Hear, hear her scream and roar

Flying round the mountains eagle-like
Up in the heights, I'm flying away on my bike
So high, so free, just us, seems my bike's riding me