作曲 : Conte
Oh sinners and prayers on a ginnie
Gamblers trying to smooth their raw deals
Kiss their kids for the weekend
And here they come t'spin the wheel
Moustache-lipstick Frannie
She'll be suckin on the free drinks and chump
Goin through 20's like water
But she don't feel a thing when she's drunk
They're on a busload of hope
Yeah
Swingin on a star from a hangman's rope
It's a busload of hope
Give me luck
Give me the dope
Yeah, shakin hands with one armed bandits
Winkin back at one eyed Jacks
Suicide-king's got a reason
Oh baby just to hear the lack
Hit me

It's a busload of hope
Yeah
Swingin on a star from a hangman's rope
It's a busload of hope
Give me luck
Give me the dope
Yeah, shattered little American daydreams
Afternoon morning in bed
Swallowed the hook-line-n'sinker
Workin ain't easy bread
Slippin on that second mortgage
Livin on credit and debt
Oh thank heaven for chapter 11
Or should you make just one more bet?
Get on a busload of hope
Sure you're gonna clean up, with hot water and soap
Busload of hope y'all
You got the dream, and just enough rope
Yeah, yeah
Get on the bus