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