There’s a biker Coming to hell, with nothing to sell
So let the Devil beware
He’s tall and lean, ordinary and mean
He don’t give a damn, he don’t really care.

Even in the curve, he kept his nerve
In the rain it was useless to try
He laid it down, only five miles from town
He thought he was about to die.

He stood by Hell’s gate, a little irate
With fire shining in his eye
On his arm a tattoo, saying screw you
I’m not afraid to die.

Even in fate, he’d make the Devil wait
To take a way his soul
With a grin to the Devil, how in hell ya been?
I’m here to talk of toll.

Well biker you’re at the door and you know the score
So let’s not be tardy,
The Coals are hot, but you’re not
Welcome! To Hells party,

I’m sure you’re right, but not without a fight
Will I walk your burning coals
So do what you will, cause I’ve had my fill
Of you stealing bikers souls.

Here I’ll stand, till my ass is tanned
Cause Devil my man,
No matter what you say, I have to pay
And I’ll do the best I can.

To stop what you’re doing, I ain’t foolin
So here is my plan
For the soul’s you’ve reaped, and piled in a heap
I’ll trade my cherry pan.

The Devil sneered and then he leered
Biker I think we can deal
I have no use, for souls of abuse
So I’ll take your chopper of steel

For I’ve never owned, a bike that’s honed
To the perfection of a hog,
With chrome triple trees, I’ll ride in the breeze
If only to leave this smog.

The Devil chuckled, but then he buckled
As the biker hit him square
He’d never expected a con, in the early dawn
And all he could do was stare.

The biker snickered, as the sunshine flickered
He’d hardly just begun
The sky went black, and he fell back
The Devil had been stunned

The Devil was mad, cause he’d been had
He threatened, swore and cursed,
“Biker fear, cause the Devil’s here
And he’s doing his worst.”

The biker laughed, “Devil you’re daft
This you’d better believe,
That a Harley built so well, will never stay in hell
No matter how you grieve.”


“Listen to me, and then you’ll see
This once I will confide,
I’m better than you, no matter what you do,
And the Devil never will ride.”


“So I’ll leave this place, before you face
A free bikers might,”
Now hell fire  burns, and the Devil still yearns
To ride that bike at night.


But he knows the Cost, because he lost,
A soul with the will to live,
Soon he’ll find, there are no other kind,
But bikers he’ll never forgive.


With a heavy sigh, he was heard to cry
The time will Come for getting even.
You may-ride the best, but I’ve lost interest
And it’s now-that I’ll be leaving.

In the morning light, after a strenuous night
The biker then awoke,
Alive and well but not in hell,
He chuckled at the joke.

The biker had won, to ride in the sun
The Devil had been fooled,
For there on it’s stand, stood his pan
With the engine just barely cooled.


BY:  MOUNTAINMAN