Not a Stranger

It was cold and it was raining my bike wasn’t running right

All across the river as lightening lit up the night

When my bike quit running I commenced to walk

‘Til a car picked me up with a woman who needed to talk

She took me into her comfort in a way I’ll never forget

She wasn’t a stranger just a friend I had not met

Well cowboy bikers talk about freedom as if it grows like wheat

Kind hearted dry you off and fix you something to eat

When I awoke she was gone I walked into the morning sun

Took off for the Badlands when I got my old bike to run

But I think about that woman I almost forget

She was not a stranger just a friend I had not met

Now I think about that woman and I know I should not forget

She wasn’t a stranger just a friend I had not met