Am                                      E
He wore black denim trousers,  and motorcycle boots
                                                              Am
      And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
                                                          Dm
     He had a hopped-up 'cicle,   that took off like a gun
              E                                   Am
     That fool was the terror,   of Highway 101

[Verse]
                         Am                                Dm
Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
             E                                          Am
He had axle grease imbedded underneath his fingernails
                                                     Dm
On the muscle of his arm was a,     red tattoo
    E                                          Am
A picture of a heart,   saying "Mother, I love you"
                                                    Dm
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
            E                                      Am
But he treated her just like,    he treated all the rest
                                                 Dm
And everybody pitied her and everybody knew
      E                                                Am
He loved that doggone motorcycle best    (ch)

[Verse]
            Am                                                Dm
Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded as she begged him not to leave
       E                                             Am
She said "I've got a feeling if you ride tonight I'll grieve"

                                                                Dm
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
           E                                           Am
In the rumble of an engine and the smoke from his exhaust
                                                                     Dm
 Then he took off like the Devil, there was fire in his eyes!!
      E                                                 Am
He said "I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise."
                                                            Dm
But he hit a screamin' diesel that was California-bound
        E                                                                Am
And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found

[Chorus]
                   Am                                   E
Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
                                                        Am
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
                                                              Dm
But they never found   that  'cycle that took off like a gun
                E
And they never found the terror,
                                                Am
of High     way    one    oh      one