Music Collection (Harleys & indians (riders in the sky))

When I go to heaven, Harley Harley heaven. I want to meet a king, like the panhead 48. I want to meet the fat one, we can talk for hours. When my time has come, Babe. I won't be running late / Flying high, riders in the sky. Na na na na / When I go to heaven, Red-skin heaven. I want to meet the chiefs. Yea, I want to meet all scouts. I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be, we're all part of the Indian family / Flying high... / It's alright, Baby. I'm OK, honey. I'm only travellin' thru this state of mine. Hey it's alright, mama, I'm doin' fine now, mama. I'm only in a certain state of mind. When I go to heaven, Hog Hog heaven. I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way. We're kickin' and we're revvin', we're dressing up in style. It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky / Flying high... / Come on, come on.