Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain   Witch and John were at the beer stand gettin' sprung   But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again   Chewin' snoose and spittin' in a bottle with country music blastin' on the radio   Talkin' girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles 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 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 Witch 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 friends   Just rollin' down that great...      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 sometimes I wish I was back on that road again   Just rollin' down that great...   Just chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow   Like crazy children runnin' through the rain