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