Bus Station Blues - Live

Goin' down to the bus station

With my suitcase in my hand

I'm goin' right down to the bus station, people

With my suitcase in my hand

Get an arm full of Greyhound

And ride as far as I can

That won't be far, 'cause I ain't got much bread

I'm sittin' here wonderin'

With a matchbox holdin' my clothes

I'm just sittin' here wonderin'

With a matchbox holdin' my clothes

I ain't got so many, but I

I got so far to go

And a short while to make it in

I cried, "Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy

What is wrong with me?"

I cried, "Lord, have mercy, have mercy

What is wrong with me?"

How's that a thing

This woman, she do to me?

Somebody help me, help me

Please help me, help me

Help me right away

I'm talkin' 'bout right away

I'm talkin' 'bout right away, people

You know I ain't got a friend

I ain't got no friend in the world, baby

I ain't got no money

I'm goin' down to the bus station

With my suitcase, suitcase in my hand

And grab me an arm full of Greyhound

And ride as far as I can

And ride, and ride, and ride

As far as I can

Far as I can

As far as I can

Far as I can

With the Greyhound, man

Bus driver, bus driver

Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride

Ride, ride on with me, yeah

Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride your bus