road angel

Singer:doobie brothers, the

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