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.