All through Northern Oregon 

Always at my side/sight 

Sleeping in those narrow beds 

And then we’d ride 

Drinking in those dirty bars 

Keeping out of sight 

Sleeping in that cold back seat 

And then we’d ride 

You know that God damned road seemed like it went forever 

Exhausted fumes made our eyes turn red and swell 

With our clothes tightened the seat and to our bodies 

It was a stinking summer trip to southern hell 

Eating carbonated crap 

Turning up inside 

Gas oil service station jobs 

And then we’d ride 

(fiddles solo) 

silence in the France 

trying not to start to fight 

quiet as………… 

and then we’d ride 

you know you can …little one horse towns 

with the ……..movie and houses all closed down 

no where to go from here but up and down the road 

and nothing over there but the same goddamned town 

another sour coffe cup 

one more piece of………pie 

buy a two brush and change clothes 

and then we’d ride