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