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The Best of Capleton (Capleton) · Gold: The Very Best of Capleton (Capleton) · The Best of Capleton (Capleton) · Place To Place (Robi Botos Trio) · Serenade to a Bus Seat (Clark Terry) · Everybody's Had the Blues [Red Bus] (Merle Haggard) · Back to the Bus (Babyshambles) · Sunshine Special [Red Bus] (Roy Acuff) · The Way I Am [Red Bus] (Merle Haggard) · Babylon by Bus [2001 Reissue] (Bob Marley) – and 90 other albums »


Riding in the bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed (yeah!)
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
Riding in the bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed (yeah!)
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
Riding in the bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed (yeah!)
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It
Standing room only
You must think my bed's a bus stop
By the way you come and go
I ain't seen you with the lights on
Two nights in a row
So pack
be the day
Love will say

Now is the time
Here is the place
This is the hand
Here is the face
This is the man
Who set the pace
Your heart is
groans by
And splashes a man
Who swears out a drunkard’s curse on the whole damned world
She smiles at that
And then starts to cry
She scrubs
I said "you got the wrong bus"
She said "I know who you are"
"You're that Rock-a-billy country singin' superstar
And I thought that you might like
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside
Day upon day
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside
Day upon day
She stepped off the bus with a burst suitcase and a frown
And she could smell the breweries and abattoirs on the edge of town
And the man who owes
on the bus
No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs
Give a blanket and a job to people on the street"

An' I thought, "Man, ain't that a place I'd like
eyes
He'll notice the hero to come
Someday soon, someday soon

Someday soon I'm gonna find myself a leader
Someone who can take me
By the hand towards
copy...24 hours a day...in color

You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off to Milwaukee
Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
real to hold

She takes the bus home
To her usual place
All kinds of people
But they leave no trace
She knows by now
That dreams are not enough
the bus home to her usual place
All kinds of people but they leave no trace
She knows by now that dreams are not enough
All she wanted was someone real
don't stop baby

[Busta] 
The Flipmode is in the spot we run the place
Busta Bus and Rah Digga all in your face
When we step up in the spot we
but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm just a kid who blowing up
wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest 
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed 
He flew off to Milwaukee, or perhaps Albertane 
And left me
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!

Ha-hah!
Of course we copy, twenty four hours a day, in color

You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
me some supper
And give me a place I can sleep
He said: I'll sing you some songs
That'll rock your head to sleep
I got talent boy
Said back home
to stay
So keep it hot baby, don't stop baby

The Flipmode is in the spot we run the place
Busta Bus and Rah Digga all in your face
When we step up in
besides my dad
Who's ever said I love you Creedence

took got a job downtown
It's an hour on the bus each way
Typing letters for a lawyer in a bad
of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains

One by one
The little houses are