Bus Route

This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl Same grade as me Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus And she walked right over me Face-down in the gum on the floor I was hopin' that she'd change her mind But I swear as she walked down the stairs She didn't even wave goodbye Didn't even wave goodbye Ray Dixon didn't take no lip He'd kick you right off the bus Stop by your house on the way out of the holler And tell your momma where you was He didn't need no driver's aid To keep a bunch of kids in line All he needed was a glare in the mirror And a paddle that he carved from pine Blisterin' punk kids alive, aw, blisterin' This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl Same grade as me I held onto hope for eight long years And by the time that I turned sixteen I wasn't awkward, I was a real smooth talker With my very own pickup truck I'd take her home and if her parents weren't around She'd bring me in and give me some Bring me in and give me some Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray Coudln't keep a route very long And I'm glad the little girl's dad Never found out what was goin' on I know he'd've kill me in a minute And he wouldn't have left no trace Hogs'll eat about anything you give 'em And they don't let nothin' go to waste Don't let nothin' go to waste This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl Same grade as me