All through Northern Oregon
Always at my side
Sleepin in those narrow beds
And then we'd ride

Drinkin in those dirty bars
Keepin out of sight
Sleepin in that cold back seat
And then we'd ride

You know that Goddamned road seemed like it went forever
Exhaust fumes made our eyes turn red and swell
With our clothes stuck to the seat and to our bodies
It was a stinkin summer trip through southern hell

Eating carbonated crap
Churning up inside
Gas soaked service station
And then we'd ride

Silence in the front seat
Tryin not to start the fight
Quiet half-hid cryin'
Then we'd ride

You know you can grow to hate these crummy little one horse towns
With the seamy movie houses long closed down
No where to go from here but up or down that road
And nothin over there but the same damned town

Another sour coffee cup
One more piece of cardboard pie
Buy a tooth brush and change of clothes
Then we'd ride