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.