Tyler Childers – Bus Route (Guitar)

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This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

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Same grade as me

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Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus

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And she walked right over me

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Face-down in the gum on the floor

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I was hopin' that she'd change her mind

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But I swear as she walked down the stairs

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She didn't even wave goodbye

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Didn't even wave goodbye

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Ray Dixon didn't take no lip

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He'd kick you right off the bus

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Stop by your house on the way out of the holler

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And tell your momma where you was

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He didn't need no driver's aid

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To keep a bunch of kids in line

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All he needed was a glare in the mirror

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And a paddle that he carved from pine

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

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This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

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Same grade as me

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I held onto hope for eight long years

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And by the time that I turned sixteen

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

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With my very own pickup truck

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

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She'd bring me in and give me some

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Bring me in and give me some

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Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray

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Can't keep a route very long

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And I'm glad the little girl's dad

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Never found out what was goin' on

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I know he'd kill me in a minute

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And he wouldn't have left no trace

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Hogs'll eat 'bout anything you give 'em

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And they don't let nothin' go to waste

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Don't let nothin' go to waste

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This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl

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Same grade as me