She's hard to get started   She's always so cold   In the mornings I find her -   She's looking so old   There's so many miles   I've been down that road once or twice   She's not much to look at   When we ride thru town   But I know when the chips fall   She won't let me down   She knows how to run   And she don't run around on her man      She's a high flyin' lady   She takes me where I want to be   There's no other woman   Standing between her and me   I'll always be faithful   And keep her 'til the end of time   God knows I'll always love   That old Panhead of mine      I've seen fancy dressers   And they've caught my eye   I rode'em to ride'em   Then I told them goodbye   I flirted with Low Riders   Sportsters and Shovelheads too   I cussed her and beat her   And kicked her to just get her started   A couple of times   God knows I'll always love   That old Panhead of mine.