Down the road we travel br My wife and I alone: br Over mountains and deserts, br In a rig, we call home. Drifting across the great white plains br Where the windmills stand tall: br There the cattle are moving, br To where the cowboy calls. Through the red wood forest br As we slowly drive along, br We can hear the birds singing, br An enchanting melodious song. When we camp by the ocean: br Sunlight beams on the tide, br In the distance, whales and dolphins br Are swimming side by side. There's motels and hotels br From coast to coast, br But being in our motor home br Is what we love most.br br George C.