Running Through The Rain Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle 

Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain 

Winch and John was at the beer stand, gettin' spraddled 

But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again 

Chewin' snooze and spittin' in a bottle 

With country music blastin' on the radio 

Talkin' girls and broncs and gold belt buckles 

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 Oak dale, California 

And we stumble with the trash out of the car 

And old 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 Winch 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 American highway 

With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame 

Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow 

Like children runnin' through the rain 

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 the good times 

Lord, sometimes I wish I was back on that road again 

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 

Just chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow 

Like a bunch of crazy kids runnin' through the rain