Renegade

Grew up in a tiny town
Worked his way up from the ground
In the capital he met his wife
Had three kids in the city life

He rose above the shining lights
Roared through streets on motorbikes
Never wore any fancy clothes
But blue jeans, he loved the most

Led biker gangs with his tattoos
Ponytail and a mustache too
Was first to dance and last to leave
And now he’s gone and I’m in disbelief
How can this be true?

He was a renegade!
And the roads he paved
Were built in his own charming ways
And I’m so sorry I never took the time to say:
“I love you, and thank you
For making me who I am today.”

With a Harley Davidson belt buckle
Built a kingdom from the rubble
In eighty years the things you’ve seen
Among the gems of evergreen. Evergreen!

Eight grandkids across the globe
Yearned to reunite our home
I wish we made that dream come true
Because home is empty without you
Home is empty without you!

You were a renegade!
And the roads you paved
Were built in your own charming ways
And I’m so sorry I never took the chance to say:
“I love you, and thank you
For making me who I am today.”

I grew my hair out long for you
I learned to love the stage from you
I wish I had more time with you
Because home is empty without you

I love you
And thank you
For making me who I am