You can check out any time you like
but you can never leave
Weary traveler, restless soul
You were never meant to walk this road alone
It’ll all be worth it so just hold on
Weary traveler, you won’t be weary long
No, you won’t be weary long
You won’t be weary long (weary long)
Someday soon we’re gonna make it home
Someday soon we’re gonna make it home
Spendin’ too much time away
I can’t stand another day
Maybe you think I’ve seen the world
But I’d rather see my girl
I’m goin’ home, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, bome, bome, bome bome bome
Home, bome, bome, bome, back home
Yes, I am
This Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy finally found,
Said this Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy done finally found his way home
Said take me home
Now you come to me
With a simple goodbye
You tell me you’re leaving
But you won’t tell me why
Now we’re here at the station
And you’re getting on
And all I can think of is
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone!
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
That makes me run for cover when you’re around
And here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me why
Weren’t you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh not I, I will survive
I can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t live, I can’t give anymore
I can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t give, I can’t give anymore
I didn’t know it would be so strong
Waiting and wondering about you
I didn’t know it would last so long
Nights are forever without you
Nights are forever without you
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby just wrote me a letter
I don’t care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby just wrote me a letter
Oh, she’s got a ticket to ride
She’s got a ticket to ride
She’s got a ticket to ride, but she don’t care.
Ticket to Ride – The Beatles
-“BB”-
I’ve got two tickets to paradise
Won’t you pack your bags, we’ll leave tonight
I’ve got two tickets to paradise
I’ve got two tickets to paradise
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh won’t you please take me home
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there’s a backwards old town that’s often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And Daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away
There is a train that comes from Namibia and Malawi
there is a train that comes from Zambia and Zimbabwe,
There is a train that comes from Angola and Mozambique,
From Lesotho, from Botswana, from Zwaziland,
From all the hinterland of Southern and Central Africa.
This train carries young and old, African men
Who are conscripted to come and work on contract
In the golden mineral mines of Johannesburg
And its surrounding metropolis, sixteen hours or more a
day
For almost no pay.
Deep, deep, deep down in the belly of the earth
When they are digging and drilling that shiny mighty
evasive stone,
Or when they dish that mish mesh mush food
Well, I was borned a coal miner’s daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That’s the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man’s dollar
My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear coal mines
All day long in the field a hoin’ corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever’ thing would start all over come break of morn’
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, “Well, a-bless my soul”
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I been ballin’ a shiny black steel jack-hammer
Been chippin’ up rocks for the great highway
I live five years if I take my time
Ballin’ that jack and drinkin’ my wine
Taking my time
Choosin’ my line
Tryin’ to decide what to do
Looks like my stop
Don’t wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you
Seems to me
You don’t want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away