Windshield Wipers In The Rain — текст песни (C.W. Mccall)

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

It`s 4 A.M., and I`m a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin`
I`m not complainin`

I got the radio on, playin` on a station from New Orleans
An` now it`s rainin`

I`m makin` time, tryin` ta keep it rollin`
And I`m all alone

[Chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear that country-western music comin` at me, through the thunder
A flash of lightnin`

I hear the D.J., sayin` "Here`s a little tune for all you truckers.
"I hope you like it."

I`m gettin` tired; my eyes are feelin` sandy
When I`m alone

[Chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear a freight train comin` down
I see the headlights flashin` `round
I feel an earthquake in the ground
An` then he`s gone
An` I`m alone
All alone

[Chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain

I feel a cold Wyomin` chill comin` on me in the mornin`
I need some welcome

I see a sign, says it`s only fifty miles to where I`m going
And I hope it`s open

I look around, wishin` you was with me
But I`m alone

[Chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain

I see a distant neon sign
I turn the music way up high
I wipe the lonesome from my eyes
But I`m alone

[Chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain