Last we rode our broncs in Seattle, Me and packed the car in the pourin' rain. and John were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung. But we got 'em gathered and hit the again. Chewin' snoose and in a bottle. With music blastin' on the radio. girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles. Rollin' to a California rodeo. Just rollin' that great American highway, the mornin' sky lit up like a flame. Chasin' dreams and a rainbow. Like children through the rain. it's rodeo time in Oakdale, California. And we stumble with the out of the car. And ole Bill looks at me through and wild, red eyeballs, And says, we look more like than big-time rodeo stars. Well we our broncs and we all win a little money. And there's over at the beer stand again. But look, he's got his arm around a little honey. An' Bill says...I wonder if that there's got any friends. Just rollin' down that great highway, With the mornin' sky lit up a flame. Chasin' and followin' a rainbow. Like children through the rain. Well, the went by and now we've all got families. Ah, but we still get together now and then, And we about all the bad broncs and good times. Lord, somtimes I wish I was on that road again... Just rollin' down that great highway, With the moernin' sky lit up a flame. Chasin' and followin' a rainbow. Like children through the rain. Just chasin dreams and a rainbow... Like crazy runnin' through the rain...