Last night we our broncs in Seattle, Me and Bill the car in the pourin' rain. Witch and were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung. But we got 'em and hit the road again. snoose and spittin' in a bottle. With country music on the radio. Talkin' girls and and gold beltbuckles. south to a California rodeo. Just rollin' down that American highway, the mornin' sky lit up like a flame. Chasin' and followin' a rainbow. Like children runnin' the rain. Well it's rodeo 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 more hobo's than big-time rodeo stars. Well we ride our and we all win a little money. And there's Witch over at the beer again. But look, he's got his arm around a California honey. An' Bill says...I if that lady there's got any friends. Just down that great American highway, With the sky lit up like a flame. Chasin' dreams and a rainbow. Like children through the rain. Well, the went by and now we've all got families. Ah, but we still get every now and then, And we about all the bad broncs and good times. Lord, I wish I was back on that road again... Just rollin' down that American highway, the moernin' sky lit up like a flame. Chasin' dreams and a rainbow. Like children runnin' the rain. Just chasin dreams and a rainbow... Like crazy children runnin' the rain...