Running Through The Rain

Last night we rode our broncs in seattle,

Me and bill packed the car in the pourin rain.

Witch and john were at the beer stand, gettin sprung.

But we got em gathered and hit the road again.

Chewin snoose and spittin in a bottle.

With country music blastin on the radio.

Talkin girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles.

Rollin south to a california rodeo.

Just rollin down that great american highway,

With the mornin sky lit up like a flame.

Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.

Like children runnin through the rain.

Well its rodeo time in oakdale, california.

And we stumble with the trash out of the car.

And ole bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,

And says, we look more like hobos than big-time rodeo stars.

Well we ride our broncs and we all win a little money.

And theres witch over at the beer stand again.

But look, hes got his arm around a little california honey.

An bill says...i wonder if that lady theres got any friends.

Just rollin down that great american highway,

With the mornin sky lit up like a flame.

Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.

Like children runnin through the rain.

Well, the years went by and now weve all got families.

Ah, but we still get together every now and then,

And we talk about all the bad broncs and good times.

Lord, somtimes I wish I was back on that road again...

Just rollin down that great american highway,

With the moernin sky lit up like a flame.

Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.

Like children runnin through the rain.

Just chasin dreams and followin a rainbow...

Like crazy children runnin through the rain...