Flood Run Riders On The Way 

An aimless feller rode in

On a black and stormy day.

At town center he rested

Thinking about where best to stay.

Suddenly a powerful roar;

A mighty posse he spied.

Rumbling past the Antique Shop,

A leather-bound Harley tide.

Their tires were on fire,

Their engines made of steel,

Their helmets, worn and scarred,

Their faces filled with zeal.

A slap of pride went through him

As they stormed through the town,

Their Harleys rumbling hell bent

For the flooding open ground.

Come on. Save the day.

Save the town from the river.

Flood riders on the way.

Their faces were set.

Their eyes were fixed.

All going to stop the flood.

His feelings no longer mixed.

As they rode on, he joined them,

No longer an aimless feller

But the savior of a town.

No longer a feckless heller.

Come on. Save the day.

Save the town from the river.

Flood riders on the way.