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...