| Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving
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| He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceiling
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| He called you his child, said honey get wise to his game
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| He’ll get you in trouble, I know it, those bums are all the same
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| There’s a Greyhound outside in the lane, it’s waiting for us
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| So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus
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| And it’s all over now
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| Don’t you worry no more
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| Gonna go west to the sea
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| The Greyhound is swaying
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| And the radio’s playing
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| Some blues for baby and me
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| And the highway looks like it never did
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| Lord, it looks so sweet and so free
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| And I can’t forget that trip to the west
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| Singing blues for baby and me
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| Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise
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| It’s ninety in the shade, babe, and there ain’t a cloud in the sky
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| I called you my child, said honey, now this is our game
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| There’s two of us to play it and I’m happy to be home again
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| There’s a Greyhound outside in the lane, it’s waiting for us
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| So tell him Goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus |