By Charles Wagnon

Over the horizon
The sun is coming up bright
A brother riding
Getting closer in my sight
I hear his pipes through the trees
As he passes
I wave with ease
I'm all ready to get rolling
Through the curves
Stretching out
Feeling stout
On the winding path
My steel horse has a nice rack
In the distance
The place is near
In my sight
Our brothers all in leather gear
My heart's in rythm with brother love
I stop to receive a great big hug
Not one is all I get
Thousands of them are ready and set
Southern ways are warm and real cool
The brotherhood is the only rule