If This Bus Could Talk

He was there when I started, In Knoxville Tennessee Hope none for patty and loveless, November of ninety-three Full of friends, mom, and uncle Butch And the crowd was really small He'd say I was a scared kid, If this bus could talk Some nights we'd dance with the devil Some nights we'd pray to the Lord Between vibrant passes and rubber arena glasses He was never really bored We were starry eyed dreamers, Bouncing off the wall And all the stories he could tell, If this bus could talk He'd sing of pool halls in Texas And have a corn dog in county fair Girls that we made cry, Some crowds that didn't care And Bobby road us down in Bama He kept rocking through it all All the stories he could tell, If this bus could talk Late night conversations, Full of drunk philosophy On politics and religion, Football and family The lovers that we missed, And the lovers that we lost All the secrets he could share If this bus could talk He'd seen Virginia Beach, Caught in a hurricane He roads I wish I never met But he ain't naming names We learned the code of the road at the grizzly rose When we had a bone All the stories he could serve If this bus could talk Many years of summers, And I hope it never ends Been down so many highways, Full of twists and turns and bends We caught lightning in a bottle, Somehow we survived it all All the stories he could tell, If this bus could talk As I leave the stage, Still high from your applause He'd tell you that I love you, If this bus could talk If this bus could talk If this bus could talk If this bus could talk --- If This Bus Could Talk - Kenny Chesney