I rode through forty nights of the Gospels rain
'neath black sky pouring snakes, frogs, and a love in vain
You were down where the river runs wide
Baby, let me be your soul driver

Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
Don't worry darling, oh it'll slip your mind
I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
Baby let me be your soul driver

Well now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
We may get rich or crash and burn
This fortune weight or just the black hand of fate
This love rushes over us and its ghostly voice

If the angels are unkind or if the seasons are dark
Or if in the air love just falls apart
Well then here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
Yea here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver