(You’re) gonna ride on a bus going nowhere

But always some place you’ve been

Gonna sleep in a bed by your lonesome

Phone your kids, cheap calls, weekends



Gonna eat just what you are given

And always be right on time to leave

‘cause this here’s a bus going nowhere

Leastways no place you ain’t been



So why ride it in the first place?

Ain’t no penitentiary

I guess the music is the reason – and the key –

for me

It take the blues to see



Gonna work wherever they send you

And be glad whenever they call

Gonna ride this bus going nowhere

‘cause to me it’s the place with it all



So why ride it in the first place?

Ain’t no penitentiary

I guess the music is the reason – and the key –

for me

It takes the blues to see



So why ride …..