Melody: Urs Odermatt Words: Urs Odermatt, Sandro Valente We're cruisin' down, the road to nowhere With a '59 Starchief car The bass on roof, in trunk the guitars The amplifiers and the steel On the seat a six pack beer, and a bottle Jack The air smells strong from cigarette smoke The Radio plays loud, a Hank Williams song We are not crazy, we are the Rhythm' Train We're cruisin' down, the road to nowhere With a '59 Starchief car The tank is empty, the wheels are hot Behind the hill the sun goes down We have to stop, at the old gas station For gasoline and drink some wine On the seat a six pack beer, and a bottle Jack The air smells strong from cigarette smoke The Radio plays loud, a Hank Williams song We are not crazy, we are the Rhythm' Train We're cruisin' down, the road to nowhere With a '59 Starchief car We eat a steak, and drink good wine We don't know how to pay the bill But there's no problem, the waitress says Oh boys get up and play a round We picked the strings, the whole night through A stranger says I like your songs Boys come with me, let's make a record We going down to Nashville Tenneessee On the seat a six pack beer, and a bottle Jack The air smells strong from cigarette smoke The Radio plays loud, a Hank Williams song We are not crazy, we are the Rhythm' Train We crusin' down, the road to nashville With a '59 Starchief car Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com