Golden Age Of Leather

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This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D.
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Where in a desert, way-house poised on the brink of eternity

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Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor
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As only drunken soldiers can

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And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care
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That each would find his pleasure as he might
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For this fantastic night was billed, as nothing less than the end of an age
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A last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumage

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 And there was worn no cloth but leather
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 Made supple by years of stinging cinders

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And here were seen, the scars of age
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for age had been the common call for one last night together

Solo: Eb  Dm

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Down colored the sky (the ritual feast)
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Some had died (they were buried with their bikes)
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Each grabbed a rag (from a man with a sack)
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Torn strips of color (the red and the black)

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I,     came here willingly,   and I,     will go down valiantly
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We made a vow to give it all we had to give
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We made a vow to die as we had lived

Solo:  Dm

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They flew the colors, they began to fight
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They flailed at each other like bugs at a light
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Bodies and bikes beyond repair, smell of oil and gas in the air

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Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
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And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand

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And the old ranger weathered the storm
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And he topped the rise by the middle of morn
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He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
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And a glint of a shaft of chromium steel
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Gold...   Golden age...
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