My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born
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Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
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Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
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Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
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Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
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Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
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Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
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We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
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I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
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Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
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Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
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A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
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Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
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Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
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Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
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Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home.
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Waiting For The Bus
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| Chumbawamba |
