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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Verse 1: If this river be my death bed, Made by the madness of this man, And my words to him be thank you, Would the heavens understand? All my life I've been a good

Foi um sentimento que aos poucos Tomou conta sem deixar espa?o Fiquei completamente louco Completamente apaixonado Aos olhos de quem est? de fora Parece coisa de novela A? o sentimento aflora Magia que ningu?m espera Tudo aconteceu num

C'mon in, welcome, enter We've got your front row center for the freak show parade Everybody want's to be you But I know you see right through the sad mascaraed You wrap your arms

В глазах блеск витрины В ушах шум машины Город в ритме Ча-Ча-Ча Качу по проспекту При полном респекте Сказала любви молчать Мой милый малышка Читать надо книжки Пишут в них про таких как я Ты был слишком смелый С

Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway Bombs on your mind when there's no one around In your garden there was never a problem But now you're standing on the street Bombs