Busload of Hope Songtext

von Steve Conte & The Crazy Truth

Oh sinners and prayers on a ginnie
Gamblers trying to smooth their raw deals
Kiss their kids for the weekend
And here they come t'spin the wheel

Moustache-lipstick Frannie
She'll be suckin on the free drinks and chump
Goin through 20's like water
But she don't feel a thing when she's drunk

They're on a, Bus load of hope
Yeah,
Swingin on a star from a hangman's rope

It's a busload of hope
Give me luck, Give me the dope

Yeah, shakin hands with one armed bandits
Winkin back at one eyed Jacks
Suicide-king's got a reason,
Oh baby just to hear the lack

Hit me!
*guitar solo*

It's a busload of hope
Yeah (hope)
Swingin on a star from a hangman's rope

It's a busload of hope
Give me luck, Give me the dope

Yeah, shattered little American daydreams
Afternoon morning in bed
Swallowed the hook-line-n'sinker
Workin ain't easy bread

Slippin on that second mortgage
Livin on credit and debt
Oh thank heaven for chapter 11
Or should you make just one more bet?

Get on a, bus load of hope
Sure you're gonna clean up, with hot water and soap

Busload of hope yall
You got the dream, and just enough rope
Yeah, yeah

Get on the bus

*guitar fade-out*