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Chris LeDoux

Running Through The Rain

 

Running Through The Rain

(album: Wild And Wooly - 1986)


Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle,
Me and Bill packed the car in the pouring rain.
Winch and John were at the beer stand, getting spraddled.
But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
Chewing snoose and spitting in a bottle.
With country music blasting on the radio.
Talking girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles.
Rolling south to a California rodeo.
Just rolling down that great American highway,
With the morning sky lit up like a flame.
Chasing dreams and following a rainbow.
Like children running through the rain.
Well it's 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 hobo's 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...I wonder if that lady there's got any friends.
Just rolling down that great American highway,
With the morning sky lit up like a flame.
Chasing dreams and following a rainbow.
Like children running through the rain.
Well, the years went by and now we've 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 rolling down that great American highway,
With the moerning sky lit up like a flame.
Chasing dreams and following a rainbow.
Like children running through the rain.
Just chasin dreams and following a rainbow...
Like crazy children running through the rain...

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