Road Angel

Tom johnston / john hartman

Tiran porter / michael hossack



I was ridin' down that highway

Silver harley by my side

When i thought i saw my lady

She was headed for the berkely hill

Pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill

I don't believe it, don't believe a word

I don't believe it, don't believe a word



I said, come on with me, baby

Don't you want to ride with me

She put her hand into her bag, now

Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce

Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't believe it, don't believe a word

I don't believe it, don't believe a word




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