Bus Route

[Verse 1]

This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

Same grade as me

Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus

And she walked right over me

Face-down in the gum on the floor

I was hopin' that she'd change her mind

But I swear as she walked down the stairs

She didn't even wave goodbye

Didn't even wave goodbye

[Verse 2]

Ray Dixon didn't take no lip

He'd kick you right off the bus

Stop by your house on the way out of the holler

And tell your momma where you was

He didn't need no driver's aid

To keep a bunch of kids in line

All he needed was a glare in the mirror

And a paddle that he carved from pine

Blisterin' punk kids alive (Oh, blister 'em)

[Verse 3]

This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

Same grade as me

I held onto hope for eight long years

And by the time that I turned sixteen

I wasn't awkward, I's a real smooth talker

With my very own pickup truck

I'd take her home and if her parents weren't around

She'd bring me in and give me some

Bring me in and give me some

[Verse 4]

Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray

Can't keep a route very long

And I'm glad the little girl's dad

Never found out what was goin' on

I know he'd kill me in a minute

And he wouldn't have left no trace

Hogs'll eat 'bout anything you give 'em

And they don't let nothin' go to waste

Don't let nothin' go to waste

[Outro]

This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

Same grade as me