Song by Arlo Guthrie<br /><br>
words and music by Arlo Guthrie<br>
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CHORUS:<br>
I don't want a pickle<br>
Just want to ride on my motorsickle<br>
And I don't want a tickle<br>
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle<br>
And I don't want to die<br>
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle<br>
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It was late last night the other day<br>
I thought I'd go up and see Ray<br>
So l went up and I saw Ray<br>
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:<br>
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CHORUS<br>
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This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.<br>
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'<br>
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a<br>
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was<br>
a cliff in the air.<br>
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Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles<br>
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'<br>
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.<br>
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater<br>
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's<br>
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..<br>
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Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.<br>
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down<br>
at the same time.<br>
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I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some<br>
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last<br>
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided<br>
to write one last farewell song to the world.<br>
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Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.<br>
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':<br>
I don't want a pickle<br>
Just want to ride on my motorsickle<br>
And I don't want a tickle<br>
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle<br>
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And I don't want to die<br>
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."<br>
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I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't<br>
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.<br>
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But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I<br>
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away<br>
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'<br>
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.<br>
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I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around<br>
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned<br>
itself off.<br>
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I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'<br>
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the<br>
eye and said "Nothin'".<br>
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You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just<br>
squashed a cop...<br>
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CHORUS<br>
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