paroles de chanson Running Through The Rain - 24-Bit Digitally Remastered 04 - Chris LeDoux

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle
Me and Bill packed the car in pourin' rain
Wich and John was at the beer stand, gettin' sprung
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
There's Wich 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 friend"

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 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, somtimes I wish we was back on the 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