Lyrics:

Tommy went to school down in Selma, Alabama
Where football will always reign king
All his folks worried, one day he would starve
Living dreams through his six-string machine
Then Tommy started doing good
Found himself in Hollywood
Picking on the silver screen
Though he never threw a pass
All the girls dig his class
And the record people think he's a smash
So, rock on
Let your heart be handy with a song
Don't you ever let go
Of those dreams that you hold
As the river of life rolls on
Baby, rock on
Tammy was a waitress in Morgantown, Kentucky
Where table tips were always a dime
All the neighbors told her she better settle down
Get a man 'cause her dreams wouldn't fly
She took her pilot's test
Now her neighbors can rest
She's flying with the big boys now
Hey, the tables have turned
A lesson is learned
That dreams don't have to crash and burn
So, rock on
Let your heart be handy with a song
Don't you ever let go
Of those dreams that you hold
As the river of life rolls on
Baby, rock on
Tammy flew a plane out of Southern California
Tommy had a ticket onboard
She never heard his records
But she kinda liked his smile
She never felt this way before
Now she flies her own plane
Tommy picks his six-string
They're making all their dreams come true
Now there ain't no question
They were always destined
To find that magic thing called love
So, rock on
Let your heart be handy with a song
Don't you ever let go
Of those dreams that you hold
As the river of life rolls on
Baby, rock on
Baby, rock on
Baby, rock on
Yeah
Whoo!

So, rock on, on, on
So, rock on, on, on
So, rock on, on, on
So, rock on, yeah, yeah
Whoo!