He was there when I started, in Knoxville, Tennessee Opening for Patty Loveless, November of '93 Full of friends, mom, and uncle Butch And the crowd was really small He'd say I was a scared kid, if this bus could talk
Some nights we'd dance with the devil Some nights we'd pray to the Lord Between vibrant passes and margarita glasses He was never really bored We were starry eyed dreamers, bouncing off the wall And all the stories he could tell, if this bus could talk
He'd seen pool halls in Texas And every corndog county fair Girls that we'd make cry, some crowds that didn't care When Bobby rolled us down in 'Bama He kept rocking through it all All the stories he could tell If this bus could talk
Late night conversations, full of drunk philosophy On politics and religion, football and family The lovers that we missed, and the lovers that we lost All the secrets he could share, if this bus could talk
He'd seen Virginia Beach, caught in a hurricane Heroes I wish I never met but he ain't naming names We learned the code of the road at The Grizzly Rose Then we had a ball All the stories he could tell If this bus could talk
Many years of summers, and I hope it never ends Been down so many highways, full of twists and turns and bends We caught lightning in a bottle, somehow we survived it all All the stories he could tell, if this bus could talk
As I leave the stage, still high from your applause He'd tell you that I love you If this bus could talk If this bus could talk If this bus could talk If this bus could talkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
