All through Northern Oregon Always by my side Sleeping in those narrow beds Then we'd ride Drinking in those dirty bars Keeping out of sight Sleeping in that cold back seat Then we'd ride You know that damned 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 to southern hell Eating carbonated crap Churning up inside Gas-soaked service station johns Then we'd ride ♪ Silence in the front seat Trying not to start a fight Quiet, half-hid cryin' Then we'd ride You know you can grow to hate these little one horse towns With seamy ruby houses long closed down Nowhere to go but up and down that road And nothing over there but the same goddamned town 'Nother sour coffee cup One more piece of cardboard pie Buy a tooth brush and a change of clothes Then we'd ride