All through Northern Oregon
Always at my side
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 stuck to the seat and to our bodies
It was a stinking summer trip to Southern hell
Eating carbonated crap
Churning up inside
Gas soaked service station johns
And then we'd ride
(fiddles solo)
Silence in the front seat
Trying not to start a fight
Quiet half-hid cryin'
And then we'd ride
You know you can grow to hate these little one horse towns
With their seamy little movie and houses long closed down
No where to go from here but up and down that road
And nothing over there but the same god damned town
Another sour coffee cup
One more piece of cardboard pie
Buy a two brush and change clothes
And then we'd ride
(fiddles solo)