Road Angel lyrics

Song information

Artist: Doobie Brothers
Album: What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits

Lyrics

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

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits" album track list