Road Trip - Ellis Paul

We saw the Cadillac Graveyard

And Dinosaur Land

We sang at the Opry to a bluegrass band

The Painted Desert and the Great Sand Dunes

We saw the Grand Canyon from a hot air balloon

We’re on a road trip

A road trip

The miles on the dash are doing back flips

There’s nothing like finding a winding road trip

I dont know where we’re going

But the wheels keep right on rolling

We’re waving every town

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

We marched to the middle of the Golden Gate

Climbed a thousand stairs up the Empire State

Drove our Chevy through the middle of a redwood tree

Got chased by a grizzly in Yosemite

We drove South of the Border

To the Everglades

Rang the Liberty Bell

Saw the Macy’s Day Parade

Drifted down the Mississippi

On the Delta Queen

We danced in the streets

down in New Orleans