| Took the bus out of Austin, band was all on board
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| Everyone’s so excited, who knows what lays in store
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| Hey look out the window, there goes Baton Rouge
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| Nobody there knows us, band’s still paying its dues
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| Yeah we’re paying dues
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| First show in New Orleans, saw the lights of Bourbon Street
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| On the road in the morning, Little Rock’s where we’ll be
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| And the bus keeps on rolling, down that old highway
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| And every night we play music, that’s what gets you through the day
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| Yeah, cause that’s why we play
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| And the rain keeps pouring down and it’s leaking in our beat-up bus
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| Still we’re high and dry inside and there’s a rainbow ahead of us
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| People say we’re crazy to go searching for a pot of gold
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| But we got to chase that dream before we’re too damn old
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| Last show’s in Kentucky, took the bus on out of town
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| All the girls were waving come back, so we were Texas Bound
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| Fast food and motel rooms, sure got the best of me
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| But looking back if you ask me, hell I’d do it for free
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| Yeah cause some times we do
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| Yeah sometimes we do |
| Down the road so many miles to go, who knows what city’s next
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| Who knows what lies ahead, who knows… |