text: 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
  Hell get you in trouble I know it, those bums are all the same
  Theres a greyhound outside in the lane, its waiting for us
  So tell him goodbye, we got to go west on that bus
  And its all over now
  Dont you worry no more
  Going to go west to the sea
  The greyhound is swaying
  And the radio is 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 cant forget that trip to the west
  Singing blues for baby and me
  Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise
  Its ninety in the shade babe, and there aint a cloud in the sky
  I called you my child, said honey now this is our game
  Theres two of us to play it and Im happy to be home again
  Theres a greyhound outside in the lane, its waiting for us
  So tell him goodbye, we got to go west on that bus