Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving
He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceiling
He called you his child, said honey get wise to his game
Hell get you in trouble I know it, those bums are all the same
Theres a greyhound outside in the lane, its waiting for us
So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus
And its all over now
Dont you worry no more
Gonna go west to the sea
The greyhound is swaying
And the radio is playing
Some blues for baby and me
And the highway looks like it never did
Lord it looks so sweet and so free
And I cant forget that trip to the west
Singing blues for baby and me
Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise
Its ninety in the shade babe, and there aint a cloud in the sky
I called you my child, said honey now this is our game
Theres two of us to play it and Im happy to be home again
Theres a greyhound outside in the lane, its waiting for us
So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus
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