Sunday, March 8, 2009

Soul Driver

I 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... Don't worry darlin' It'll slip your mind... I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider... Baby let me be your soul driver... Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns... Will we hit it rich or crash and burn? Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate? This love potion's all we've got... One toast before it's too late? If the angels are unkind or the season is dark... Or if in the end Love just falls apart... Well then here's to our destruction... Baby let me be your soul driver.


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