Lyrics

Ride the bus, it's a big old bus, It's a Greyhound bus
Look at us, we're kicking dust
We're bound to bust
I'm going to North Carolina

There's a janitor and an Englishman, a fugitive
And a veteran, I'm just another man
On the lamb,
Going to North Carolina

And when the going get's you down, lowdown
Same old clowns in every town
Go ahead and drown another round
Then pick your pieces off the ground
Go on, go on, go on

Ride the mule, cut the fool, love again
Start anew, me and you
And the Devil too
We're going to North Carolina

The greenery, like innocence, I'm born again
In a sense, that's my two cents
And I'm all spent
Going to North Carolina

And when the going, it get's rough, so rough
And you think you've had enough
You better slough off all that rust
Pull your head out of the dust
Go on, go on, go on