Waiting For The Bus

My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home

Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home

White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home

Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home.

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Все что бы узнал я уже давно забыл, Тем кем ты хотел стать, я давно уже был. Я по небу ходил, я трогал солнце руками, Я оставался в живых, когда все умирали, Я время

Julie they've taken me to prison I pulled the gun and robbed the jewelry store The only thing I took was that big diamond You know the one you said you wish

[Chorus] It's crazy, I never want this feeling to end. This is what it means to be friends Only when I'm hanging with you All my dreams come true because, Its crazy, I never want

я не знаю быть может дорога оборвется внезапно как звук если кто-то выйдет из круга сцепленных намертво рук если город в холодных объятьях и чернеет живая вода значит смерть выбирает платье значит где-то случится беда но слова -

Well, I'm glad I've got nobody Yes, I'm glad I've got nobody Oh, I'm glad I've got nobody To be loved by me All the world couldn't take your place Another girl another face Wouldn't be