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.