Friday 24 November 2006

THE BACK OF THE BUS

If you miss me at the back of the bus
And you can’t find me nowhere
Come on over to the front of the bus
I’ll be riding right there

Chorus: I’ll be riding right there
I’ll be riding right there
Come on over to the front of the bus
I’ll be riding right there

If you miss me in the Mississippi mud
And you can’t find me nowhere
Come on over to the swimming pool
I’ll be swimming right there

Chorus: I’ll be swimming etc.

If you miss me in the cotton field
And you can’t find me nowhere
Come on over to the court house
And I’ll be voting right there

Chorus: I’ll be voting etc.

If you miss me on the picket line
And you can’t find me nowhere
Come on over to the jail-house
I’ll be rooming right there

Chorus: I’ll be rooming etc.

If you miss me at the back of the bus
And you can’t find me nowhere
Come on over to the front of the bus
I’ll be riding right there

Chorus: I’ll be riding etc.