Racing wheels under some great old bus
Children's faces sometimes smile at us
Miles of concrete roads that run our beat
Twelve o'clock, I guess it's time to eat
Hail buddy, have you got a dime?
Thank you friend, we'll pay you back some time
Candy bar and a glass of water meal
Can't help much to change the way we feel
Everything we are is on our backs
Wrapped up in these old brown gummy sacks
Think we'll sit us down and rest our loads
Then we'll get back on the road
Ten more miles with all the county line
Where we hear the people treat you kind
The bummer's good, the sheriff's got a dog named Male
Sometimes we just sleep the night in jail
Hey, there goes Joey, he is driving '99
Steady and stop and let us ride sometime
I know he would, but the company won't let him
Think old Joe was our one and only friend
What's that noise? It's someone call our names
Guess it's just some children playing games
Think we'll sit us down and rest our loads
Then we'll get back on the road
Tell me, Sir, what do you call this town?
A pretty name Sir, and a pretty sound
It's funny Sir, our feet don't hurt no more
Our old backs ain't felt this good before
And something else Sir, while we think of it
We're not hungry Sir, no, not one bit
Is that Tommy Blake and Daddy Sue?
Thought they died way back in '62
Well, thank you, Sir, you are so very kind
We'll stay a little while if you don't mind
We'll sit and talk Sir, and we'll rest our loads
Then we'll get back on the road