Driving away
in dirty old van
with some good friends
and my old rock
since the 80’s
many years had gone
From town to town
from bar to bar
with no more baggage
than my guitar
some whiskey
and a picture of you
My best friend
was the bartender
and my house
was the Road
my motorcycle
was my lady
and the good music
was the Rock&Roll…
Driving away
never ends the show
making good friends
and writing songs
of the stories
people told
Many years
went by on the highway
and many more
will go by
I’ll pass away
playing my music
because through my veins
goes good Rock&Roll…
Ohhhhhh…
My best friend
was the bartender
and my house
was the Road
my motorcycle
was my lady
Cause, Through, My, Veins…
Goes the Rock&Roll…