Born to be wild... and free! - Songtext

Music and Lyrics by:
Huib Bos, alias Old-timer (Biker / Music maker)
Chord scheme: C, F and G

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Born to be wild... and free!

When you're born to be wild, you are born to be wild... and Free!
So fire up your engine and ride to the bikers family.
When you're born to be wild, you are born to be wild... and Free!
For a beer and a bite and a ride-out in south Germany.

When Whitsun is on, free bikers pack and ride,
Take off in the morning and don't stop till lthey're on site.
When they come to the place, when the ridin' day's at its end.
Where they meet with their likes, where they're home and they pitch their tents.

Where the world is locked out, where their world is just music and bliss
Where the comradarie of the bikers you just can't miss.
Where the bonfire's high and the spirit is high in all.
Where they share the same mindset, that made them all answer the call.

To be born to be wild, to be born to be wild... and Free!
Made us fire up our engines and join the bikers family.
We are born to be wild, we are born to be wild... and Free!
For a beer and a bite and a ride-out in south Germany.

And there's all sorts of folk, but these "all sorts" are still alike.
They are all for a drink and for music and for riding their bikes.
You hear many a tongue as they gathered from all around.
From the flat lands in the north, to the eastern mountains and mounds.

From the hills and the valleys of the land where the rivers flow free,
From the forests of the south that are darkened by bushes and trees
Even crossing the border from the low countries by the North sea
From the east Belgian highlands they ride into Germany.

We are born to be wild, born to be wild... and Free!
We fired up our engines to be with the bikers family.
We are born to be wild, we are born to be wild... and Free!
For a beer and a bite and a ride-out in south Germany.

Music and Lyrics by:
Huib Bos, alias Old-timer (Biker / Music maker)
Chord scheme: E, A, B + G (traditional Blues)

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Bretten Blues

When I came back from Bretten
My friends, my fam'ly too
Were asking: How 're you feeling ?
Bretten any good to you?

Any Good Any Good
Bretten, any Good to you ?
But I would just: cry, cry and cry...
I got the Bretten blues...

My life suddenly empty,
Nothing I wanted to do,
Just craving, for Bretten
Bikes and Music's all I knew,

Al I knew, All I knew,
Bikes and music's all I knew
Just longing back for Bretten,
That's the Bretten blues...

S o l o

My life is on a hold now, till
Bretten comes anew,
3oo sixty-one days
Or 300 sixty-two.

'S no good ! That's no good !
No Bretten? No good for you !
No life outside Bretten !
Just the Bretten blues...

Went to see the doctor
He said: nothing I can do
You 're infected by the virus
Glad I'm not in your shoes,

Not in my shoes, my shoes,
He's glad he'se not in my shoes.
Infected by the virus... they call:
the Bretten blues...

S o l o

Could I go in hibernation,
Like grizzly-bears would do
Close my eyes, and keep sleepin'
I would sleep whole year thru

Whole year thru, whole year thru
Hybernate all year thru
But I am not a Grizzly
Got the Bretten blues...

Just 4 days in a year,
We really are alive
When we meet up at the ralley
That makes your soul revive...

Feels good ! So good !
That's what Bretten does to you,
But when away from Bretten...
We got Bretten blues...

S o l o part 1

Feels good ! So good !
What Bretten does to you,
But when away from Bretten...
We got Bretten blues...