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