Road Angel Songtext
von The Doobie Brothers

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