Bruce Springsteen - Soul Driver Lyrics
I rode through forty nights of the gospels rainneath black sky pouring snakes, frogs, and a love in vainYou were down where the river runs wideBaby, let me be your soul driverWell if something in the air feels a little unkindDont worry darling, oh itll slip your mindIll be your gypsy joker your shotgun riderBaby let me be your soul driverWell now no one knows which way loves wheel turnsWe may get rich or crash and burnThis fortune weight or just the black hand of fateThis love rushes over us and its ghostly voiceIf the angels are unkind or if the seasons are darkOr if in the air love just falls apartWell then heres to our destructionBaby let me be your soul driverYea heres to our destructionBaby let me be your soul driver