Greyhound

Intro 
D      A 


 
       A              F#m         D               G 
It's midnight at the depot and I drag my bags in line. 
 D          C                          G               A 
Travelin' light, I got to go, but the bus won't be on time. 
 F#m            C#m       G     Em 
Everybody's looking half alive. 
       D  G           A 
Later on,   the bus arrives. 
 

 
 A                      F#m                 D                  G 
They punch my ticket, I find a seat and we move out past the lights. 
 D                C                       G                A 
Come on Driver, where's your heat?  Its cold out in the night. 
         F#m       C#m                 G    Em 
I keep telling to myself that I dont care. 
        D      G           A 
Come tomorrow,   lll be there. 
 

 
           F#m              D        E          C#m 
Take the Greyhound. It's a dog of a way to get around. 
           D        F#m         Bm           G              A 
Take the Greyhound.     It's a doggone easy way to get you down. 
 

 
 A                          F#m               D                G 
Im tired of watching this night go by, so I look across the aisle. 
        D             C                       G               A 
The window's frosted, I can't sleep, but the girl returns my smile. 
      F#m                 C#m              G    Em 
She reminds me of someone     I knew back home. 
       D    G         A 
So, I doze.   So, it goes. 
 

 
                   F#m               D        E          C#m 
When you take the Greyhound. It's a dog of a way to get around. 
          D         F#m        Bm            G              A 
Take the Greyhound.     It's a doggone easy way to get you down. 
 

 
      A             F#m          D     G 
I'm wrinkled on my stool at the rest stop. 
      D           C             G       A 
 waitress being cozy with the highway cop. 
 F#m                 C#m       F#m            C#m 
My coffee's tasting tired.  My eyes roll over dead. 
 F#m         C#m               G             Em    E          D           A 
Got to go outside and get the gas out of my head.     Oh, oh,   to be in bed. 
 

Interlude 
Am 


 
 Am 
You got me drivin';  you got me drivin'. 
 Am 
I'm on your Greyhound bus and you're drivin'. 
 Am 
But there's nothing new about Greyhounds. 
 Am 
And theres nothing new about feeling down. 
 Am                                              C            G 
And theres nothing new about puttin' off" or puttin' myself on. 
 G     Am 
Whoa, Greyhound! 
 

 
 Am 
Looking to tomorrow, thats the way the loser hides; 
    F 
I should have realized by now that all my life's a ride. 
      D 
It's time to find some happy times and make myself a friend. 
    F                                   E                        Am 
I know there ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends.  Whoa! 
 

 
 A                          F#m        D            G 
Stepping off this dirty bus,  first time Ive understood 
   D              C               G                    A 
 got to be the goin, not the gettin' there that's good. 
 F#m                    C#m    G    Em 
That's a thought for keepin', if I could: 
       D             Bm               E                    A 
It's got to be the goin', not the gettin' there that's good. 
 

Outro 
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