Lyric Song 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 itdon t believe a word
I don t believe itdon t believe a word
I saidcome on with mebaby
Don t you want to ride with me
She put her hand into her bagnow
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin round the cornerdrinkin whiskey from a jar
I don t believe itdon t believe a word
I don t believe itdon t believe a word
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