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 seats and to our bodies It was a stinking summer trip through southern hell Eating carbonated crap Churning up inside Gas oil service station jocs And then we’d ride (fiddles solo) Silence in the front seat Trying not to start to fight Quiet in the back seat And then we’d ride You know you can to hate these little one horse towns With the movie houses all closed down No where to go from here but up and down the road And nothing over there but the same god damned town Another sour coffee cup One more piece of cardboard pie Buy a tooth brush and change clothes And then we’d ride