Greyhound

I got a seat by myself on the greyhound,

There was a fight in the ticket line.

I was by in time outside of

Memphis Weekly raid off the express way.

I burned every bridge

I’ve ever build.

It’s time to see what

I’m made of,

It’s time to see what

I’m made of.

I walk into a bar, ten past midnight

Hey, how are you doing, darling?

I hope you’re feeling alright tonight.

Pardon me, my man, you see,

I don’t think the lady minds

We can do this two ways, we just step outside, bottom line.

I burned every bridge

I own, It’s time to see what

I’m made of.

No more horses around, ‘cause

It’s time to see what

I’m made of.