I feel a beating drum
In my bones
And I know
It's calling me to go
Where the Spanish moss
Drapes the trees
And the bayou whispers
To let it be
Come on, let's go
Down the road
To Rosaryville
Who knows
What we will find
We won't need much
On the road
To Rosaryville
We can leave
The world behind
It's not easy
Marching out of time
When other voices
Tell you stay in line
Some will say
It's only wasted dreams
But they've never
Tasted wine so sweet
I see the big iron
Gates open wide
Follow your heart with me
We'll take a ride