Lyrics

9. Shuttle Bus 38

Motels are sporting mighty big trucks
And the air here tastes less than clear
Sign posts declaring that God, He’s gonna bless them
With their flag blowing everywhere
And the jazz man sang old
honkey-tonk blues in the harbour
band stand Sunday afternoons
Downtown old ladies are jiving off beat
and we’re swinging with the baby
Hey yeah

Fransisco said ‘the reason we’re dead
Is they aren’t telling us the whole truth’
It’s conspiracy theories and bullfights and poetry
His Mexican eyes they pursue
Men stare, whistling then speeding
away, they’re hammering down on their horns
Sometimes we cry in these long traffic
lines as the one legged clown he performs
He performs, oh yeah

At the border we wonder if they’ll let us pass
We’re praying he won’t be another ‘jack-ass’
As the pawn lady points out she’s smiling today
‘That’s two pints of blood for you she says’

And the jazz man sang old
honkey-tonk blues in the harbour
band stand Sunday afternoons
Downtown old ladies are jiving off beat
And I’m swinging with the baby
Hey yeah

Singing, we’re gonna learn how to fly
We’re gonna learn how to fly
We’ll be leaving our troubles behind
We’ll be leaving our troubles behind
We’ll cross this brilliant blue

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