She came from down by the river,
and she wore a leather coat.
She read poetry at the coffee house,
only one she wrote.

With a tattoo on her shoulder, a silver crescent moon,
She was a child of the summer,
they said her name was June.

She was tough on the outside but she was,

Soft and sweet within.

 June she liked the motorcycle dudes,
she used to like to ride on the back,
of a great big Harley Davidson
wearing black leather chaps,

With a red and white bandana
hanging around her neck.
She was a motorcycle mama,
and she looked like such a wreck

 She was tough on the outside but she Was,

Soft and sweet within.

Smokes those Camel cigarettes,
drinks that One Eyed Jack.
Smell like patchouli oil,
and she only wear biker black.

But ‘neath that rough exterior,
there’s a heart big as could be.
You can’t judge no book by the cover,
you gotta look inside for the truth to see.

 That she was tough on the outside,

But soft and sweet within  

She came from down by the river,
and she wore a leather coat.
She read poetry at the coffee house,
only one she wrote.With a tattoo on her shoulder,
a silver crescent moon,
She was a child of the summer,
they said her name was June.

 She was tough on the outside but she was,

Soft and sweet within.