Letras de Bus Station Blues

Goin′ down to the bus station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm goin′ right down to the bus station, people
With my suitcase in my hand
Get an arm full of Greyhound
And ride as far as I can
That won't be far, 'cause I ain′t got much bread

I′m sittin' here wonderin′
With a matchbox holdin' my clothes
I′m just sittin' here wonderin′
With a matchbox holdin' my clothes
I ain't got so many, but I
I got so far to go
And a short while to make it in

I cried, "Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
What is wrong with me?"
I cried, "Lord, have mercy, have mercy
What is wrong with me?"
How′s that a thing
This woman, she do to me?

Somebody help me, help me
Please help me, help me
Help me right away
I′m talkin' ′bout right away
I'm talkin′ 'bout right away, people
You know I ain′t got a friend
I ain't got no friend in the world, baby
I ain't got no money

I′m goin′ down to the bus station
With my suitcase, suitcase in my hand
And grab me an arm full of Greyhound
And ride as far as I can

And ride, and ride, and ride
As far as I can
Far as I can
As far as I can

Far as I can
With the Greyhound, man
Bus driver, bus driver
Let me ride
Let me ride
Let me ride
Ride, ride on with me, yeah
Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride

Let me ride
Let me ride your bus