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.