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