| Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving | |
| He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceiling | |
| He called you his child, said honey get wise to his game | |
| He'll get you in trouble, I know it, those bums are all the same | |
| There's a Greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us | |
| So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus | |
| And it's all over now | |
| Don't you worry no more | |
| Gonna go west to the sea | |
| The Greyhound is swaying | |
| And the radio's playing | |
| Some blues for baby and me | |
| And the highway looks like it never did | |
| Lord, it looks so sweet and so free | |
| And I can't forget that trip to the west | |
| Singing blues for baby and me | |
| Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise | |
| It's ninety in the shade, babe, and there ain't a cloud in the sky | |
| I called you my child, said honey, now this is our game | |
| There's two of us to play it and I'm happy to be home again | |
| There's a Greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us | |
| So tell him Goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus |