Riding Through

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 Segar cassette

I'm riding through

Oh, I'm riding through

Yeah, I'm going through

I'm riding through, oh

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, different stages

Different 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

Oh, I'm riding through

I'm riding, riding through

Yeah, I'm going through

I'm going, going through

Oh-oh-oh, I'm riding through

I'm riding, riding through

Oh, 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

Oh, I'm riding through