Harley and Bohdi

Intro

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

(yeah, come on)

Verse

Down at the break of dawn he straps his boots, pulls on a vest

Underground fitter, steady hands, he don’t need no rest

Oil on his knuckles, laughter in his bones

He hums an old guitar through the rumble of the coal

He’s got a dog-eared photograph, a little racer on the porch

Bohdi’s grinning sideways, mud on his boots, ready to scorch

They trade a wink, they trade a dare, they push the Sunday light

Two helmets on the tailgate, they’re gone before the night

Chorus

Harley, Harley, kick that engine, let it sing (let it sing)

Throw the gears, throw the leash, let the red dirt ring (let it ring)

Bohdi by his shoulder, two shadows on the road (on the road)

Milton Mangoes on a Friday with his mates, take it slow, take it slow

Oh-oh, take it slow, yeah

Verse

He’s a laughin’ kind of man with a story in his eyes

Tells tales of busted sprockets and the time he beat the high tide

He tucks a scarf for Bohdi, says, "Kid, learn how to bend" (learn, learn)

Teach him when to hold on tight and when to let it send

After the last dew settles they meet down by the creek

Mud-splattered grins and a cooler full of the sweet

Milton Mangoes pop and the sun slides off the tin

They sing the same old chorus like they’ve always been

Chorus

Harley, Harley, kick that engine, let it sing (let it sing)

Throw the gears, throw the leash, let the red dirt ring (let it ring)

Bohdi by his shoulder, two shadows on the road (on the road)

Milton Mangoes on a Friday with his mates, take it slow, take it slow

Oh-oh, take it slow, yeah

Verse

There’s a weathered jacket hanging off a nail beside the door

He keeps a map of all the tracks and a list of things to restore

Sometimes the night gets heavy, sometimes the pay’s run thin

But he swears by a Sunday ride and the sound of Bohdi’s grin

He’s taught him how to fix a chain and patch a busted tire

How to stand up through the turn and how to chase the fire

Two helmets, one horizon, a little dirt between

And the road remembers every laugh they’ve been

Bridge

We raise our cans, clink the sun, say a prayer to the dust (to the dust)

Hands that dig, hands that mend, hands that earn their trust (aye)

Sing it louder, sing it truer, till the stars come down to pay

Harley’s porch light’s burnin’, and Bohdi’s leadin’ the way (lead the way)

Chorus

Harley, Harley, kick that engine, let it sing (let it sing)

Throw the gears, throw the leash, let the red dirt ring (let it ring)

Bohdi by his shoulder, two shadows on the road (on the road)

Milton Mangoes on a Friday with his mates, take it slow, take it slow

Oh-oh, take it slow, yeah

Harley, Harley, pass it round, pass it round, pass it round (pass it round)

Milton Mangoes and the whole damn town (whole damn town)

Outro

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh (whoa-oh)

Harley and Bohdi, roll on, roll on

(yeah, roll on)