Lyrics:

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
Then here's to our destruction
Baby, let me be your soul driver