Текст песни Running Through - Chris LeDoux

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle
Me and Bill packed the car in the 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
Heading south to a California rodeo

Just rollin' down that great American highway
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame
Chasing 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 Bill looks at me through whiskers and wild red eyeballs
And says, "You know, 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
An' Bill says, "Hey, I wonder if that lady there's got any friends, c'mon"

Just rollin' down that great American highway
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame
Chasing dreams and followin' a rainbow
Like children runnin' through the rain

Well, the years went by, and now we all got families
Ah, but we still get together every now and then
And we talk about all the bad broncs and the good times
You know, 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
Chasing dreams and followin' a rainbow
Like children runnin' through the rain

Just chasing dreams and followin' a rainbow
Like a bunch of crazy kids runnin' through the rain