Running Through The Rain - 24-Bit Digitally Remastered 04

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle
 Me and Bill packed the car in pourin' rain
 Winch and John was at the beer stand, gettin' spraddled
 But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again
 Chewin' snus and spittin' in a bottle
 With country music blastin' off the radio
 Talkin' girls and broncs and gold belt buckles
 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, it's rodeo time in Oakdale, California
 And we stumble with the trash out of the car
 And ol' 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 there's Winch over at the beer stand again
 But look, he's got his arm around a little California honey
 And Bill says, "I wonder if that lady there's 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 we've all got families
 Oh, but we still get together every now and then
 And we talk about all the bad broncs and the good times
 Lord, sometimes I wish we were back on that road again
 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
 Just chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow
 Like a bunch of crazy kids runnin' through the rain