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The wheels on this old bus keep right on turning On the highway across New Brunswick now they're burning And if we don't break down this time We'll hit the border at just about nine Cross the state of Maine to the border again we go We've got a rockin' blues band trying the best that we can to please you Heading off to the big city trying to find somebody who needs us And if the man will just say you on These poor boys are gonna be just about gone Never gonna have the East Coast Blues again Rambling, gambling, searching Trying to find the right chord blues We hit the 401 past Montreal When I get to Toronto, I swear that I might have myself a ball But this old engine been holdin' on Just about a thousand miles too long How can we roll if the wheels won't go no more A rented truck might change our luck, so we got one Six in the front seat, driving down Younge Street laughing But when the man came to hear our songs He said "I'm sorry boys but you're comin' on way to strong We can't get it on the radio" Songtexte Rambling, gambling, searching Trying to find the right chord blues We're a rockin' blues band trying the best we can to please you We're heading off to the big city trying to find a man to see us But when the man came to hear our songs He said, "I'm sorry boys you're comin' on way to strong" He said: "We can't get it on the radio" Rambling, gambling, searching Trying to find the right chord blues Aus Songtexte Mania