Soul Driver

Rode through 40 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', oh 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

Oh, here's to our destruction

Oh, baby, let me be your soul driver