
Seventy Cubic Inches of Iron
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- progressive rock
- energetic
- classic rock
- guitar virtuoso
- heavy metal
- drums (drum set)
- keyboard
- percussion
- early 1980s
- backing vocals
- bass synthesizer
Lyrics
Intro
Osiyo my friend
Turn the dial on
Somewhere down that blacktop
A rumble carries on
Verse 1
Radio crackle through the static crack
Wiley pulls the throttle on the two-lane track
Hours feel like minutes when the throttle sings
Wind through the beard and the freedom rings
Bugless highway stretching out like a river
Handlebar mirrors catch the late sun shimmer
Left hand on the mic and the right on the grip
Every passing mile is a friendship trip
Pre-Chorus
And the voices on the air
They ride along with him right there
Chorus
Wind Warrior Wiley rollin' on
Seventy cubic inches of iron song
Talking to the night till the morning light
Riding through the miles for the love of flight
Post-Chorus
Rumble rumble rumble
(Rumble rumble rumble)
Ride ride ride
Verse 2
Dawn breaks gold on the ridge ahead
Ten more towns before he goes to bed
Strangers on the frequency become his crew
Every turn of the key says I hear you
Bass synth thump like a heartbeat down low
Keys and the wood block keeping time on the go
Calling out the call signs one by one
The radio is home till the long day's done
Pre-Chorus
And the voices on the air
They ride along with him right there
Chorus
Wind Warrior Wiley rollin' on
Seventy cubic inches of iron song
Talking to the night till the morning light
Riding through the miles for the love of flight
Post-Chorus
Rumble rumble rumble
(Rumble rumble rumble)
Ride ride ride
Bridge
Guitar crying like a banshee steel
Keys and the drummer lock a heavy wheel
Every soul that listens knows the sound
A brother on the highway homeward bound
Guitar Solo
Chorus
Wind Warrior Wiley rollin' on
Seventy cubic inches of iron song
Talking to the night till the morning light
Riding through the miles for the love of flight
Post-Chorus
Rumble rumble rumble
(Rumble rumble rumble)
Ride ride ride
Outro
Osiyo my friend
Keep the dial on
The road goes on forever
And the wind keeps singing songs
Rumble rumble rumble
(Rumble rumble rumble)
Ride ride ride
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