Trailways Bus ukulele

Trailways Bus

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    E                            A
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself 
        B               E
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow 
 E                                         A 
Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb  
       B                              E    
And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland  
   

Am                     E
The farmer sleeps against his wife  
Am          G                   C    Em
He wonders what their life must be   
Am                           G 
A Trailways bus is heading south 
 F               B7         E
Into Washington, D.C.   
   
    E                               A
A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old  
 B                       E
Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.  
E                            A
The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face 
         B                        E 
And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.  
   

Am                       E
The father motionless as stone,  
Am           G       C        Em
A shepherd resting with his flock, 
Am                             G 
The Trailways bus is turning west
F      C      G            D  
Dallas via Little Rock.  
   

E                     A
O my darling, darling Son  
B                       E
The desert moon is my witness. 
E                     A 
I've no money to come East,
    B                      E
But I know you'll soon be here  
   
 
    D                                             G
We pull into downtown Dallas by the side of the grassy knoll 
            A                D
Where the leader fell and a town was broken.  
 D                                       G
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years  
           A                  D            D7
He hears music playing and Spanish spoken  
  
   
      E                               A
The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus  
      B                       E
Any aliens here? You better check with us,  
 E                                         E
How about you son? You look like you got Spanish blood.  
         B                     E
Do you 'Habla Ingles,' and I understood.  
   
Am             E
Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.
Am          G          C             Em  
I come to Earth from outer space.  
Am                           G
And if I traveled my whole life  
F               C               G
You guys would still be on my case
F               C               G  
You guys would still be on my case  
   

Am                             G
But he can't leave his fears behind, 
Am      G          C           Em       
He recalls each fatal thrust  
     Am                     G
The screams carried by the wind, .
F               C       G 
Phantom figures in the dust  
F               C       G
Phantom figures in the dust 
F               C       G 
Phantom figures in the dust.

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