INTRO 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.