By Bridget Law The rhythm of the road Along that river flowing Never knowing where we’re going but where we’ve been And the white lines keep on winding This road it is reminding We may never feel the same again Riding ‘round the bend of a winding red dirt trail The sun, it softly sinks below the trees That sweet home sense is calling as the night time begins falling Wherever I hang my hat I’ll call my home (oooh) The rhythm of the road Along that river flowing Never knowing where we’re going but where we’ve been And the white lines keep on winding This road it is reminding We may never feel the same again Rolling with the wind on a lonesome mountain rail I feel the steel rumblin’ my bones I hear the whistle in the distance and I give up my resistance There ain’t no sense in trying to stop a train (oooh) Travelin’ by foot along the highway to freedom When the wondrous blue sky turns to grey I see no sign of shelter and the thunder god, I felt her I will find my peace, for I will make my way through The rhythm of the road Along that river flowing Never knowing where we’re going but where we’ve been And the white lines keep on winding This road it is reminding We may never feel the same again