Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain
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Black sky pourin' snakes frogs
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And love in vain
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You were down where the river grows wider
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Baby let me be your soul driver
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Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
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Don't worry darlin'
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It'll slip your mind
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I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
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Baby let me be your soul driver
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Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
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Will we hit it rich
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Or crash and burn
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Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
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This love potion's all we've got
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One toast before it's too late
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If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
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Or if in the end
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Love just falls apart
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Then here's to our destruction
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Baby let me be your soul driver
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Soul Driver
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| Bruce Springsteen |
