Roadside Rhythms

Riding down the highway, with the wind in my hair.

Guitar in the back, headed who knows where.

The radio is playing, it’s filling up the air.

My soul is alive, freedom everywhere.

Heading up the mountains, riding in the cold.

Driving through the path of life, a sight to behold.

Climbing up the steep hills, it’s the way were driven.

Undiscovered places, live the lives that were given.

Don’t you worry friend,

driving up the mountains cold.

My time well spent.

There is music to be told.

Stopping by the roadside, a tune caught my ear.

Keys in my hand, as the sound draws near.

The blues started playing, it’s a musical connection.

Those are the sounds, of a band with affection.

Don’t you worry friend,

walking down the mountains cold.

My time well spent.

There is music to be told

I found my destination, strangers to be met.

We’re sharing blues within us, its a time we won’t forget.

The puzzle is completed, a new sound to discover.

The band is alive, now let’s play and wonder

Don’t you worry friend,

playing down the mountains cold.

Our time well spent.

There is music to be told