1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Darling, your voice sounds heavy
And there's nothing that I can do
I'm driving this bus cross country
Breaking laws to get home to you
Workin', tryin' to make us a livin'
I got debts no on this bus driver can pay
I'm haulin' a band of gypsies
Man, do those girls know how to play
Oh, my sweat, love, and anger
Darlin', this is the best I can do
Got my factory to go to
And it's givin' me them
bus -drivin' blues
Oh, Bessie, you know that I love you
Out here there's women,
beer, and booze
But there's nothing in this
world worth breaking
That promise I made to you
All my sweat, love and anger
Darling, this is the best I can do
Got my factory to go to
And it's giving me them
bus driving blues
It's givin' me them bus -drivin'
blues
Darling, your voice sounds heavy
And there's nothing that I can do
I'm driving this bus cross country
Breaking miles to get home to you