Standard (EADGBE)

All through northern Oregon

Always at my side

Sleeping in those narrow beds

And then we’d ride

Drinking in those dirty bars

Keeping out of sight

Sleeping in that cold back seat

And then we’d ride

You know that God damn 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 the stinking summer trip thorough southern hell

Eating carbonated crap

Churning up in side

[gas-soaked service station johns]

And then we’d ride

Silence in the front seat

Trying not to start a fight

Quiet half-hid crying

And then we’d ride

You know you can grow to hate these crummy little one-horse towns

With the seamy movie houses long closed down

Nowhere to go from here but up or down that road

Nothing over there but the same G-d damned town

Another sour coffee cup

One more piece of cardboard pie

Buy a toothbrush and a change of clothes

And then we’d ride.