Doobie Brothers - Road Angel Lyrics
Tom johnston / john hartmanTiran porter / michael hossackI was ridin down that highwaySilver harley by my sideWhen I thought I saw my ladyShe was headed for the berkely hillPistol on her hip in case she needed a thrillI dont believe it, dont believe a wordI dont believe it, dont believe a wordI said, come on with me, babyDont you want to ride with meShe put her hand into her bag, nowPulled out a half pint of red eye sauceSneakin round the corner, drinkin whiskey from a jarI dont believe it, dont believe a wordI dont believe it, dont believe a word