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