Why did he come from Louisiana
To ride the tracks of Europe’s fame?
I asked him once
I asked him twice
He only smiled
Said “It’s all the same.”
Maybe he don’t know the reason
Maybe fate just called his name
You’ll find it written in the papers
Or in a glossy magazine
When he was six
God gave him a toy
A gift that changed a southern boy
As birds keep flying in endless skies
He kept on riding — never asking why
They call him First Freddy Starts like thunder
Leaves the rest behind
First Freddy Shows the world a genius mind
With holy grace and lightning speed
He rides where angels dare to breathe
He’s got a taste for Doctor Pepper
Strange like medicine, sweet forever
And when the engine starts to roar
It sounds like gospel
Nothing more
He rides like a rodeo storm
Taming steel with perfect form
Beyond the limit, fire ignites
The engine screams — his soul takes flight
Faith keeps him gentle
Calm, and kind
Fire only burns inside the drive
And God — once more —
Gave him that toy
To set the world alive