Trailways Bus Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

EA passenger traveling quietlyA conceals himself

 With a mBagazine and a slEeepless pillow

 OEver the crest of the mountain the moon begAins its climb

 And he Bwakes to find he's in rolling fEarmland

AmThe farmer sleeps againEst his wife

AmHe wonders wGhat their life must Cbe Em

AmA Trailways bus is heading soGuth

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 Into Washington, D.C.

 A moEther and child, the baby maybe tAwo months old

 PBrepare themselves for slEeep and feeding.

EThe shadow of the Capitol domAe slides across his face

 And his hBeart is racing with the uErge to freedom.

AmThe father motionless as Estone,

AmA shepherd reGsting wiCth his flEmock,

AmThe Trailways bus is turning weGst

FDallas Cvia LitGtle Rock. D

EO my darling, darling ASon

BThe desert moon is my wiEtness.

EI've no money to come AEast,

 But BI know you'll soon be hEere

 We pDull into downtown Dallas by the side of the grGassy knoll

 Where the leAader fell and a tDown was broken.

 ADway from the feel and flow of life for sGo many years

 He hears muAsic playing and SpaDnish spoken D7

 The boErder patrol outside of Tucson boAarded the bus

 Any alBiens here? You better chEeck with us,

 HEow about you son? You look like you got SpEanish blood.

 Do you 'HBabla Ingles,' and I unEderstood.

AmYes, I am an alEien, from Mars.

AmI come to EaGrth from ouCter space. Em

AmAnd if I traveled my whole liGfe

FYou guys would sCtill be on my caGse

FYou guys would sCtill be on my caGse

AmBut he can't leave his fears beGhind,

AmHe recalGls each fatCal thrust Em

 The sAmcreams carried by the wGind, .

FPhantom figures Cin the dGust

FPhantom figures Cin the dGust

FPhantom figures Cin the dGust.