By David Allan Coe



She's hard to get started

She's always so cold

In the mornings I find her -

She's looking so old

There's so many miles

I've been down that road once or twice

She's not much to look at

When we ride thru town

But I know when the chips fall

She won't let me down

She knows how to run

And she don't run around on her man



She's a high flyin' lady

She takes me where I want to be

There's no other woman

Standing between her and me

I'll always be faithful

And keep her 'til the end of time

God knows I'll always love

That old Panhead of mine



I've seen fancy dressers

And they've caught my eye

I rode'em to ride'em

Then I told them goodbye

I flirted with Low Riders

Sportsters and Shovelheads too

I cussed her and beat her

And kicked her to just get her started

A couple of times

God knows I'll always love

That old Panhead of mine.