| Song | Harley Davidson Blues |
| Artist | Canned Heat |
| Album | The New Age |
| 作词 : James Shane | |
| 作曲 : James Shane | |
| I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| I started out with this basket case | |
| I thought I'd made quite a find | |
| I paid my money and took the thing home | |
| Folks thought I was outta my mind | |
| Cussin' and kickin' I got the thing runnin' | |
| Headed down the road with my motor just a gunnin' | |
| There came a knockin' noise down by my shoe | |
| I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues. | |
| I pulled off the road and got to a station | |
| No one could figure out what in tarnation | |
| Was makin' that knockin' noise down deep in her soul | |
| So I twisted and tightened and pounded and turned | |
| But the man shook his head and said | |
| "Well, I think she's burned" | |
| Settin by the road with a hadful of screws | |
| I've got the broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| **musical interlude** | |
| Sittin' by the side ponderin' my fate, | |
| When up pulls a man, and I'm tryin' to look straight. | |
| Walked right up to me with a big old frown on his face | |
| Said, "Boy, you get this here pile of junk | |
| Lowdown rusty pice of funk | |
| Call someone and have it moved from this place. | |
| I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| (spoken): | |
| "Say, boy, ehy you got a license? | |
| Sure hope you got papers for that thing! | |
| You don't have no warrants out on ya?" | |
| "Huh?" | |
| "Get this thing outta here |
| zuò cí : James Shane | |
| zuò qǔ : James Shane | |
| I' ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| I started out with this basket case | |
| I thought I' d made quite a find | |
| I paid my money and took the thing home | |
| Folks thought I was outta my mind | |
| Cussin' and kickin' I got the thing runnin' | |
| Headed down the road with my motor just a gunnin' | |
| There came a knockin' noise down by my shoe | |
| I' ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues. | |
| I pulled off the road and got to a station | |
| No one could figure out what in tarnation | |
| Was makin' that knockin' noise down deep in her soul | |
| So I twisted and tightened and pounded and turned | |
| But the man shook his head and said | |
| " Well, I think she' s burned" | |
| Settin by the road with a hadful of screws | |
| I' ve got the broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| musical interlude | |
| Sittin' by the side ponderin' my fate, | |
| When up pulls a man, and I' m tryin' to look straight. | |
| Walked right up to me with a big old frown on his face | |
| Said, " Boy, you get this here pile of junk | |
| Lowdown rusty pice of funk | |
| Call someone and have it moved from this place. | |
| I' ve got them broke down Harley Davidson blues | |
| spoken: | |
| " Say, boy, ehy you got a license? | |
| Sure hope you got papers for that thing! | |
| You don' t have no warrants out on ya?" | |
| " Huh?" | |
| " Get this thing outta here |