(Youre) gonna ride on a bus going nowhere

But always some place youve been
Gonna sleep in a bed by your lonesome
Phone your kids, cheap calls, weekends

Gonna eat just what you are given
And always be right on time to leave
cause this heres a bus going nowhere
Leastways no place you aint been

So why ride it in the first place?
Aint no penitentiary
I guess the music is the reason and the key
for me
It take the blues to see

Gonna work wherever they send you
And be glad whenever they call
Gonna ride this bus going nowhere
cause to me its the place with it all

So why ride it in the first place?
Aint no penitentiary
I guess the music is the reason and the key
for me
It takes the blues to see

So why ride