Road Angel — текст песни (The Doobie Brothers)

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