All [F] through northern [C] Oregon Al[F]ways at my [C] side Sleep[F]ing in those [C]narrow beds And then we’d [G] ride Drink[F]ing in those [C] dirty bars Keep[F]ing out of [C] sight Sleep[F]ing in that [C] cold back seat And then we’d [G] ride You know that [F] God damn road seemed like it went for[C]ever Ex[F]haust fumes made our eyes turn red and [C] swell With our [F] clothes stuck to the seat and to our [C] bodies It was the [G] stinking summer trip thorough southern hell Eat[F]ing carbonated [C] crap Churn[F]ing up in[C] side [Gasup Service Station Jobs] And then we’d [G] ride Sil[F]ence in the [C] front seat Trying not [F] to start a [C] fight Qui[F]et And then we’d [G] ride You know you can [F] grow to hate these crummy little one-horse [C] towns With the [F] seamy movie houses long [C] closed down No[F]where to go from here but up or [C] down that road Noth[G]ing over there but the same G-d damned town Ano[F]ther sour cof[C]fee cup One more [F] piece of cardboard [C] pie Buy a tooth[F]brush and a [C]change of clothes And then we’d [G] ride.