Lyric 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