I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mamma raisin' cane with me She said, Son tell me why you wanna ride that thing She didn't know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen I got my own reasons why I do what I do I like to ride motorcycles And she likes it too I like to ride motorcycles And he likes it too I always wore my hair just a little too long Daddy didn't like it and he made no bones If I'd have gotten it cut like he wanted me to She wouldn't have had nothin' left to run her fingers through I got my own reasons why I do what I do I like to wear my hair long And she likes it too I like to wear my hair long And she likes it too I remember ridin' around with my buddies back home Listenin' to some country on the radio When they tried to change the station to some Rock 'n' Roll I'd turn the Opry up just as loud as it'd go I got my own reasons why I do what I do I like country music She likes it too I like country music She likes it too Now I got a big Harley And my hair is still long And I'm still listening to a country song I got my own reasons Why I do what I do I know what I like She likes it too I know what I like She likes it too Yeah I know what I like She likes it too