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