(Bruce Hauser)



Roll on

You wild western windblown band

Life's waitin' up the road for you

And the future's in your hands.



Well, I don't fly no aeroplanes

And I don't ride railroad trains

I just drive my truck down

The blacktop lane to the next town.



Next week we'll be in Jackson Hole

Got some good friends there to soothe our souls

Lord, don't you know

It's a good town.



So roll on

You wild western windblown band

Life's waitin' up the road for you

And the future's in your hands.



I don't live for borrowing, Lord

And I don't love just one thing

I believe in all that life brings

Down our highway.



So if you hear our words and songs

Take what you need to be strong

Don't be afraid to love us

We won't do you no wrong.



So roll on

You wild western windblown band

Life' waitin' up the road for you

And the future's in your hands.



Yeah, life's waitin' up the road for you

And the future's in your hands...