Well there’s a whore house on the bad side down in new orleans, one girl got my money, the other got my shirt and jeans
Hell, i’m lucky if i dont get herpes, they even took my stash
I’d like to put a thousand miles between me and louisiana
But i just dont have the cash
I should have listened to momma, she said: son before you go If you ride that devil’s highway
You better believe you’re gonna pay the toll
So this piston poundin' fool just got back down the road
I got halfway to daytona before my panhead motor blowed
Hell, i lost my shirt again, it cost me damn near everything to fix my ride
I just hope it cold down in florida
'cause all i got is my harley and my hide
I should have listened to momma, she said: son before you go If you ride that devil’s highway
You better believe you’re gonna pay the toll
So i motored on back up to baltimore, froze my ass off along the way
I called up my ex old lady, you know i needed a place to stay
But she said she’d found a new love he’s the kind of guy i’m sure you’d like
He’s got a punk rock hair do, parachute pants
And he rides a japanese bike
I should have listened to momma, she said: son before you go If you ride that devil’s highway
You better believe you’re gonna pay the toll
That’s right
I should have listened to momma, she said: son before you go If you ride that devils highway
You better believe your gonna pay the toll