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