| Last night we rode our broncs in seattle,
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| Me and bill packed the car in the pourin rain.
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| Witch and john were at the beer stand, gettin sprung.
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| But we got em gathered and hit the road again.
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| Chewin snoose and spittin in a bottle.
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| With country music blastin on the radio.
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| Talkin girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles.
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| Rollin south to a california rodeo.
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| Just rollin down that great american highway,
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| With the mornin sky lit up like a flame.
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| Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.
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| Like children runnin through the rain.
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| Well its rodeo time in oakdale, california.
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| And we stumble with the trash out of the car.
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| And ole bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,
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| And says, we look more like hobos than big-time rodeo stars.
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| Well we ride our broncs and we all win a little money.
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| And theres witch over at the beer stand again.
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| But look, hes got his arm around a little california honey.
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| An bill says… i wonder if that lady theres got any friends.
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| Just rollin down that great american highway,
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| With the mornin sky lit up like a flame.
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| Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.
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| Like children runnin through the rain.
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| Well, the years went by and now weve all got families.
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| Ah, but we still get together every now and then,
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| And we talk about all the bad broncs and good times.
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| Lord, somtimes I wish I was back on that road again…
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| Just rollin down that great american highway,
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| With the moernin sky lit up like a flame.
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| Chasin dreams and followin a rainbow.
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| Like children runnin through the rain.
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| Just chasin dreams and followin a rainbow…
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| Like crazy children runnin through the rain… |