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