How ironic that you would post this today. I've been listening to my Doobie Brothers CD today called "Brotherhood"---and on this CD is the song I copied for Frank a few weeks before he passed away., "Dangerous"---here it is.
Dangerous
Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons
Come on over baby, got nothin' to lose,
well, you never get enough o' those highway blues.
Just another road to freedom and you know that it ain't no crime.
Can't you hear it baby, like thunder I know.
It's like the magic and the passion of rock and roll.
It's a Harley motorcycle ragin' out of control.
Danger up ahead of you, comin' up behind you, too.
Turn it to the left, you turn it to the right.
Now you twist the throttle up with all your might.
Dangerous, that's why you love it.
Dangerous, that's why you love it.
Well, you like to drive fast baby, so do I.
Slide up right beside me, watch the broken lines fly.
'Cause there's no one who can catch us;
just let anybody give it a try.
Can't you hear it baby, like thunder I know
It's like the magic and the passion of rock 'n' roll.
You're a rebel and you know it,
and you're not afraid to throw it away, oooh.
Danger up ahead of you, comin' up behind you, too.
Turn it to the left, and turn it to the right.
Now you twist the throttle up with all your might.
Dangerous, that's why you love it.
Dangerous, that's why you love it.
Well, dangerous, that's why you love it.
Dangerous, that's why you love it.
Repeat and fade
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Every time I here this now I think of Frank.
Tip one back for me while you're "rockin" on that front porch this weekend old friend!
