Continental Trailways Blues

by Steve Earle

Steve Earle ( /ˈɜrl/; born Stephen Fain Earle on January 17, 1955) is an American singer-songwriter, record producer, author and actor. Earle grew up near San Antonio, Texas, and began learning the guitar at age 11.




Well, sittin' in the depot long before the break of day 
I just bought my ticket, Lord I hope the bus ain't late 
I'll have a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the microwave 

Now I'm gonna see my baby if it's the last thing I ever do 
Got this sittin' in the station sick and tired of waitin' 
Continental Trailways blues 

Well rollin' out for Houston, man we're finally rollin' now 
Try to get some sleep and listen to that highway sound 
I guess we must have stopped in every single little town 
Now I've bought myself a copy of the Natchez Mississippi News 
With the just pulled out of Lake Charles rollin' into sulfur 
Continental Trailways blues 

Now, we're rollin' into Houston, don't them city lights look fine 
Headed for the pay phone, hangin' onto my last dime 
Well, she says she's got a new man, Son, it's been a long, long time 

Now I was standin' by the highway with the rain runnin' through my shoes 
With the sittin' by the road side wishin' I was inside Continental Trailways blues 
I got the wishin' I was downtown waitin' on a Greyhound 
Continental Trailways blues

Written by: STEVE EARLE

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