Текст песни
All my life, I never had a home
Back and forth, across the land I would go
You could see me riding through the heat of Atlanta
West Tennessee or Southern Indiana
I'm riding through
Ooh, I'm riding through
Yeah, I'm going through
I'm riding through, oh
Arkansas or West Mississippi
Playing all these shows with the blood on my fingers
Will they remember, or will they forget?
Either way, I'm riding through, pop in that Seger cassette
I'm riding through
Oh, I'm riding through
Yeah, I'm going through
I'm riding blue, oh yeah
Riding through, yeah
Turn it up
Turn up the rock and roll, yeah
My home is my soul, my soul is the music
I play it for people, hoping they won't refuse it
Different countries, diffеrent stages, differеnt room full of fans
I'm riding through with the guitar strapped to the top of the van
I'm riding through (I'm riding, riding through)
Ooh, I'm riding through (I'm riding, riding through)
Yeah, I'm going through (I'm going, going through)
I'm riding through (I'm riding, riding through)
Whoa, I'm riding through (I'm riding, riding through)
Oh, I'm riding through (I'm riding, riding through)
Oh-oh, I'm going through, yeah (I'm going, going through)
I'm riding through
Whoa, I'm riding through