Melody: Urs Odermatt

Words: Urs Odermatt, Sandro Valente



We're cruisin' down, the road to nowhere

With a '59 Starchief car

The bass on 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' Train

We're cruisin' 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 gas station

For gasoline and drink some wine



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' Train

We're cruisin' down, the road to nowhere

With a '59 Starchief car



We eat a steak, and drink good wine

We don't know how to pay the bill

But there's no problem, the waitress says

Oh boys get up and play a round



We picked the strings, the whole night through

A 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' Train

We crusin' down, the road to nashville

With a '59 Starchief car