212 Grit and Grace

Yeah,

yeah

(unh) Two-twelve cc,

spin the wheels in the dirt Just a little smoke and some

quiet time

Pull the cord, hear the two-twelve engine roar Two wheels spinning,

heading past the corner store

Roll the

green tight, sparking up in the afternoon sun No destination,

just enjoying how the tires run

We drift through the gravel,

leaving worries in the dust Just a frame and some iron that

we learned to trust (yeah)

Breathing in the heavy smoke,

watching shadows bend

Ride slow, let the motor hum

We watch the clouds roll under the sun (unh)

With the two-twelve humming,

blowing sweet green smoke

Just living for the moment,

no heavy chains, no yoke

Chain rattling low, heat rising from the pipe Sun dipping down,

yeah the atmosphere is right One hand on the throttle,

other holding the spark We got a couple miles left before it

gets dark

No highway, just alleys and the empty fields

Feeling every bump that the tire tread yields (mmmmm) Just a simple

engine and a peaceful mind

Ride slow, let the motor hum

We watch the clouds roll under the sun (unh)

With the two-twelve humming,

blowing sweet green smoke

Just living for the moment,

no heavy chains, no yoke

Two wheels,

one simple frame

Yeah,

keeping it easy (shhhh) Just ride on out into the cool

evening breeze