Tyler Childers - Bus route

^EThis is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl ^ESame grade as me ^ETried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus ^EAnd she walked right over me ^AFace-down in the gum on the floor ^AI was hopin' that she'd change her mind ^EBut I swear as she walked down the stairs ^EShe didn't even wave goodbye ^B7Didn't even wave good^Ebye

^ERay Dixon didn't take no lip ^EHe'd kick you right off the bus ^EStop by your house on the way out of the holler ^EAnd tell your momma where you was ^AHe didn't need no driver's aid ^ATo keep a bunch of kids in line ^EAll he needed was a glare in the mirror ^EAnd a paddle that he carved from pine ^B7Blisterin' punk kids al^Eive (Oh, blister 'em)

^EThis is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl ^ESame grade as me ^EI held onto hope for eight long years ^EAnd by the time that I turned sixteen ^AI wasn't awkward, I's a real smooth talker ^AWith my very own pickup truck ^EI'd take her home and if her parents weren't around ^EShe'd bring me in and give me some ^B7Bring me in and give me ^Esome

^ESafe to say nowadays ol' Ray ^ECan't keep a route very long ^EAnd I'm glad the little girl's dad ^ENever found out what was goin' on ^AI know he'd kill me in a minute ^AAnd he wouldn't have left no trace ^EHogs'll eat 'bout anything you give 'em ^EAnd they don't let nothin' go to waste ^B7Don't let nothin' go to ^Ewaste

^EThis is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl ^ESame grade as me