Road Angel — текст песни (doobie brothers)

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 dont believe it, dont believe a word

I dont believe it, dont believe a word



I said, come on with me, baby

Dont 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 dont believe it, dont believe a word

I dont believe it, dont believe a word