Greyhound Bus

I'm bound for the greyhound bus

I've got noone left to trust

Kiss my ass, eat my dust

I've got dreams I've gotta dream

So long to the whipping post

Hello to the golden coast

Hang my heart on a hitching post

Where they got clean air to breathe

When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl

But she stills haunt my dream

In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled

I wonder if she's just like me

Twenty years on the line

Sweating tears just to make a dime

Punch the clock, it's quitting time

There's so much I've got to see

Maybe I will find my girl

My heart will be my messenger

It's wings are town, but man it's pure

And it beats inside of me

When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl

But she stills haunt my dream

In the pocket of my jeans I've got a picture torn and curled

I wonder if she's just like me

Maybe I will find my girl

My heart will be my messenger

It's wings are town, but man it's pure

And it beats inside of me