Capo 1 There was a baby boy and he made some noise in the moonlight with a drum I heard a cheer and an empty beer for every song with the band he sung Its a bitch, its a grin, its a luck, its a sin growin up with a good time band But keep keeping on with the beat of your drum cause youre keeping in time like a man Hunter take the good times, Hunter take the bad times Send em down the road in a VW bus Sitting in the back of the bus With your circle of friends I always did like you, one day theyre gonna mic you And theyre gonna read about you in the magazines But I never seen another one like you And you know I never will again Its hard to get along when your same damn songs dont say just what you mean anymore You cannot sleep in a motel room with the white lines at your door But you got a message to deliver, got the road and the river to help you with the pain The roads not home and your hearts wide open but the rivers got your last name Chorus We get road hard whipped down standing in the rain with our own kind of blues But I can see a rainbow looking in your eyes and reflected off your pair of shoes Every boy every girl gets a piece of the world and youre gonna get yours someday Maybe pass it on through to a mooneyed girl in a bar in Santa Fe
road, hunter, bus, mooneyed, drum