text: Rode through forty nights of the gospels rain
  Black sky pourin snakes frogs
  And love in vain
  You were down where the river grows wider
  Baby let me be your soul driver
  Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
  Dont worry darlin
  Itll slip your mind
  Ill be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
  Baby let me be your soul driver
  Now no one knows which way loves wheel turns
  Will we hit it rich
  Or crash and burn
  Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
  This love potions all weve got
  One toast before its too late
  If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
  Or if in the end
  Love just falls apart
  Then heres to our destruction
  Baby let me be your soul driver