Last night we rode our in Seattle, Me and Bill the car in the pourin' rain. Witch and were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung. But we got 'em gathered and hit the again. snoose and spittin' in a bottle. With music blastin' on the radio. girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles. Rollin' south to a rodeo. Just rollin' down that great highway, With the mornin' sky lit up a flame. Chasin' dreams and a rainbow. Like children through the rain. Well it's time in Oakdale, California. And we with the trash out of the car. And ole looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs, And says, we look more like hobo's than big-time stars. Well we ride our and we all win a little money. And Witch 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. rollin' down that great American highway, With the mornin' sky lit up a flame. Chasin' and followin' a rainbow. Like children through the rain. Well, the years by and now we've all got families. Ah, but we still get together now and then, And we talk about all the bad broncs and times. Lord, somtimes I I was back on that road again... Just rollin' down great American highway, With the sky lit up like a flame. Chasin' and followin' a rainbow. children runnin' through the rain. Just dreams and followin' a rainbow... Like crazy runnin' through the rain...