Road To Nowhere

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