Soul Driver(Album Version)—Bruce Springsteen
I rode through forty nights of the gospels rain
Neath black sky pouring snakes frogs and a love in vain
You were down where the river runs wide
Baby let me be your soul driver
Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
Don't worry darling oh itll slip your mind
Ill be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
Baby let me be your soul driver
Well now no one knows which way loves wheel turns
We may get rich or crash and burn
This fortune weight or just the black hand of fate
This love rushes over us and its ghostly voice
If the angels are unkind or if the seasons are dark
Or if in the air love just falls apart
Well then heres to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
Yea heres to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
