May Songwriting Challenge- Day 3: Hog Wild

I’ve been dabbling in writing for a minute, or two, or perhaps around fifteen-ish years. That number there is crazy, because it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. When I first started writing, I posted my lyrics to the songwriting critique board, Tunesmith. My first ever collaboration happened after I posted a lyric called “Hog Wild”, when Neil Cotton contacted me about working on it with me. At that point, I never dreamed that anyone would want to collaborate, and he did an amazing job with it! We shared it online, then both moved on. Even though it was “done”, the title has been lingering in the back of my mind for the past few years. Since I have developed my style over the years, I decided that I wanted to have another go at the idea.  I don’t even know if they call Harleys “Hogs” anymore, but it was a fun one to revisit. 

Hog Wild

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

She was a small town, home grown, knees and elbows

Daughter of a teacher and a banker man

A pink bow, church choir, serving pie down at the diner

Fair queen, big dreams, college grad

Was on her porch, tea sippin’, when she heard that engine

Cherry red, panhead, sight for sore eyes

Turned out that rollin’ stranger, well he was her brand-new neighbor

Battin’ lashes, went and asked him for a quick little ride

Now she’s talkin’ in CCs, torque, horsepower

Saddlebags stuffed with crazy ideas

North, south, east, west, eighty miles an hour

Down the coast, open road, yeah she lives to feel

The rumble of the motor, there’ ain’t nothing can hold her

Rockin’ freedom like it’s going out of style

Her momma’s been a prayin’, but the facts they aren’t a changin’

Their ribbons, pearls, baby girl went hog wild

Her car, traded in, for an ole Harley needin’

Some time, some attention, some TLC

Ain’t nothing can’t be fixed, she was dedicated 

From make-up, to sandin’ rust, covered in grease

It was a process learnin, but she got the gears turnin’

Chrome shine, like a dime, that’d never been spent

Swirls of black, midnight blue, faded back into 

Silver flames, and named, “Daddy’s Disappointment” 

Yeah, she’s talkin’ in CCs, torque, horsepower

Saddlebags stuffed with crazy ideas

North, south, east, west, eighty miles an hour

Down the coast, open road, oh she lives to feel

The rumble of the motor, there’ ain’t nothing can hold her

Rockin’ freedom like it’s going out of style

Her momma’s been a prayin’, but the facts they aren’t a changin’

Their ribbons, pearls, baby girl went hog wild

Perhaps, maybe, one day she’ll think

‘Bout picket fence, babies and putting down roots

A ring and a chapel, not sayin’ it wont happen
But it doesn’t look like it will be happening soon

Yeah, she’s talkin’ in CCs, torque, horsepower

Saddlebags stuffed with crazy ideas

North, south, east, west, eighty miles an hour

Down the coast, open road, oh she lives to feel

The rumble of the motor, there’ ain’t nothing can hold her

Rockin’ freedom like it’s going out of style

Her momma’s been a prayin’, but the facts they aren’t a changin’

Their ribbons, pearls, baby girl went hog wild