Angel From Hell

Me and old Henry Lee used to sit in my garage And turn wrenches for hours on end We'd talk about how we would solve all the world's problems Then argue about whose bike had more top end We'd reminisce about the good ole days and how we'd ride for the rest of our lives If it weren't for the love of our kids and wives But my friend Henry Lee met His fate on a rainy day Headin south to Miami on 75 Now there's two wheels tearin up that sky Kickin the stand down on golden streets Hey buddy keep checkin your rearview, one of these days I'll be back on your tail But for now I know, heaven's got a brand new angel straight from hell I tried to write you a letter to tell you that your son's growin like a weed and he's alright Your wife misses you something fierce but other than that, she's doing fine And me I guess I've gone a little bit crazy 'cause when I try to send it The postman tells me that they don't deliver letters quite that high Now there's two wheels tearin up that sky Kickin the stand down on golden streets Hey buddy keep checkin your rearview, one of these days I'll be back on your tail But for now I know, heaven's got a brand new angel straight from hell Now I don't ride as much as I used to And the hog she rarely leaves the pen But don't you know I'm keepin her in tip-top shape Until the day that we ride again Now there's two wheels tearin up that sky Kickin the stand down on golden streets Hey buddy keep checkin your rearview, one of these days I'll be back on your tail But for now I know, heaven's got a brand new angel straight from hell Heaven's got a brand new angel straight from hell