> with a cane and brown bag ol' Papa Joe > dropped a bottle on a Greyhound terminal floor > kid full of dreams and his fender bass > goin'to Nashville and start a band w/ my friend > dudes 'cross the isle they were havin' fun > bragging 'bout the stupid things they'd done > mama tyin' to sleep next to me > but the man on a cellphone speaks loud chinese > > if you've ever travelled with Greyhound > you know she's rough to ride > you see people that aint got changin' clothes > sure got nothin' to hide > as long as you keep on moving > you feel like you're gettin' somewhere > but you just keep on movin' around that same ol' square > > early one morning 29 degrees > cold as we rolled in to Tennesse > five minues break's enough time to get > some coffee and smoke a cigarette > when it's time to go it's time to find > some stragglers almost left behind > we arrived in town about twelve a clock > as we parted we wished each other good luck > > if you've ever travelled with Greyhound > you know she's a bitch to ride > people with just the shirt on their back > tryin' to get to the other side > as long as you got your ticket > you know we'll treat you right > strings of diamonds and rubies > pulls you in to the highway night