Paul Simon – Trailways Bus (Guitar)

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A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself 

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With a magazine and a sleepless pillow 

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Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb  

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And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland  

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The farmer sleeps against his wife  

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He wonders what their life must be   

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A Trailways bus is heading south 

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Into Washington, D.C.   

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A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old  

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Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.  

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The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face 

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And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.  

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The father motionless as stone,  

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A shepherd resting with his flock, 

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The Trailways bus is turning west

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Dallas via Little Rock.  

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O my darling, darling Son  

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The desert moon is my witness. 

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I've no money to come East,

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But I know you'll soon be here  

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We pull into downtown Dallas by the side of the grassy knoll 

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Where the leader fell and a town was broken.  

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Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years  

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He hears music playing and Spanish spoken  

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The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus  

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Any aliens here? You better check with us,  

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How about you son? You look like you got Spanish blood.  

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Do you 'Habla Ingles?,' Am I understood?  

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Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.

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I come to Earth from outer space.  

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And if I traveled my whole life  

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You guys would still be on my case

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You guys would still be on my case  

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But he can't leave his fears behind, 

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He recalls each fatal thrust  

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The screams carried by the wind, .

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Phantom figures in the dust  

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Phantom figures in the dust 

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Phantom figures in the dust.