Greyhound Bus Blues

I woke up this morning, got that feeling, got that call

Empty out my closet, clear the pictures off my wall

A man in the mirror said, "Boy, you look like hell"

So I hopped on to a greyhound to be at that lunchtime farewell

I get to every city, and it's different 'til it's now

I love them 'til I hate them

When I hate them, then I'm gone

Don't need a doctor, try and help me figure out

What it is that keeps me cuttin' ties and splitti' down?

I could blame it all on the constellations and the sun

How my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run

And I hate it that my mama never fell back in love

There's a long list of things I'm running off from

On this greyhound bus

Smoking down the Portland out the Northwest Arkansas

Maybe I should stop following this broken heart

L.A. was lonesome, but at least I had a drink

And I followed that fair lady out to Nashville to the R.C

Maybe I'm not meant to plant my roots and spread my seed

Maybe I'm just a stone rollin' down into the sea

Maybe all that's bullshit, and I'm just afraid to say

That I've got some problems that I don't want to face

I could play it all on the constellations and the sun

How my daddy liked to show me how fast he could run

And I hate it that my mama never fell back in love

There's a long list of things I'm runnin' from

On this greyhound bus now