ROAD TO NOWHERE
(Urs Odermatt - Sandro Valente)
RHYTHM' TRAIN (RHYTHM RECORDS 001, 2002)

We crusin' down, the road to nowhere
With a '59 Starchief car
The bass on the 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 Trains
We crusin' 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 gasstation
For gasoline and drink some wine

We eat a steak, and drink good wine
We don't know how to pay the bill
But there's no problem, the waitress sais
Oh boys get up and play around

We picked the strings, the whole night thought
An 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 Trains
We crusin' down, the road to Nashville
With a '59 Starchief car

Courtesy of Urs Odermatt