Bus Route

This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
 Same grade as me
 Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus
 And she walked right over me
 Face down in the gum on the floor
 I was hoping that she'd change her mind
 But I swear as she walked down the stairs
 She didn't even wave goodbye
 Didn't even wave goodbye
 
 Ray Dixon didn't take no lip
 He'd kick ya right off the bus
 Stop by your house on the way out of the holler
 And tell your momma where you was
 He didn't need no drivers aide
 To keep a buncha kids in line
 All he needed was a glare in the mirror
 And a paddle that he carved from pine
 Blisterin' punk kids alive
 Ah blister 'em
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 This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
 Same grade as me
 I held on to hope for eight long years
 And by the time that I turned sixteen
 I wasn't awkward I was a real smooth talker
 With my very own pickup truck
 I'd take her home and if her parents weren't around
 She'd bring me in and give me some
 Bring me in and give me some
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 Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray
 Couldn't keep her out very long
 And I'm glad the little girls dad
 Never found out what was going on
 I know he'd a killed me in a minute
 And he wouldn't have left no trace
 Hogs'll eat about anything ya give 'em
 They don't let nothin' go to waste
 Don't let nothin go to waste
 This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
 Same grade as me