Soul Driver - Bruce Springsteen

    Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain
    Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs
    And love in vain
    You were down where the river grows wider
    Baby, let me be your soul driver

    Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
    Don't worry darlin'
    It'll slip your mind
    I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
    Baby let me be your soul driver

    Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
    Will we hit it rich
    Or crash and burn
    Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
    This love potion's all we've got
    One toast before it's too late

    If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
    Or if in the end
    Love just falls apart
    Well then here's to our destruction
    Baby let me be your soul driver


    Marco Giunco
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