Greyhound Bus

Im bound for the greyhound bus
Ive got noone left to trust
Kiss my ass, eat my dust
Ive got dreams Ive 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 Ive got a picture torn and curled
I wonder if shes just like me
Twenty years on the line
Sweating tears just to make a dime
Punch the clock, its quitting time
Theres so much Ive got to see
Maybe I will find my girl
My heart will be my messenger
Its wings are town, but man its 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 Ive got a picture torn and curled
I wonder if shes just like me
Maybe I will find my girl
My heart will be my messenger
Its wings are town, but man its pure
And it beats inside of me