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All the way home from Baltimore |
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We couldn't find a seat |
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Conductor says he's sorry for |
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The blisters on our feet |
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Come a-ridin' in a bus, the high and the low |
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Mommy, daddy, you and I |
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Goin' on a trip and we're not goin' home |
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Mommy, daddy, you and I, I |
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Drivin', keep drivin' |
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Drivin', drivin' all night |
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Sleepin' on my daddy's shoulder |
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Drinking from a paper cup |
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And I'm wearin' my grandfather's clothes |
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And they say that up North, it gets cold |
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Crawlin' out of bed one night, walkin' in my sleep |
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We're not the only family to take this little trip |
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Drivin' all the way up, it's 30 below |
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Mommy, daddy, you and I |
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Even little kids gettin' ready to go |
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Mommy, daddy, you and I, I |
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Chilly, chilly-willy, it's colder the further we go |
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But some are born to take advantage |
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But sayin', it don't make it so |
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So hold me and don't let me go |
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'Cause the sidewalks are covered with snow |
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He's speakin' English now |
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And he's smoothin' out his clothes |
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He's Mr. Button Down, he's leavin' home |
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Makin' changes day by day |
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We still ain't got no plan |
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How we gonna make our way |
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In this foreign land? |
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Well, we'll keep drivin', keep drivin' |
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Drivin' with all of our might |
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Changin', still changin' |
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Changin' the water of life |
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Keep that little man a-shining |
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See how the tail can wag the dog |
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And we're all ridin' in this old bus |
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And the driver is singin' to us |
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And we're wearin' out grandfather's clothes |
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'Cause we heard that up North, it gets cold |
