Fairport Convention - Our bus rolls on

Our bus rolls ^Don To another town, a ^Gdifferent ^Dsong And the audiences ^Gcome a^Dlong To hear the music^G play ^Em So together we can ^Dwalk awhile Bring your fiddle tune, ^Gdancing ^Dstyle And we're ready for the ^Cweary ^Gmile It's a^Another day ^G

^APeggie on the bass with a ^Gsmiling face He ^Cloves the Breton ^Gwaves ^CNever more happy in the ^Gseaside air With his ^Amsunburnt face, he ^Dplays Simon picks such a ^Gcool guitar From a ^CCalifornia ^Gmaker He ^Ccame along for the ^Gvery first song O^Amriginal mover and ^Dshaker

Our bus rolls ^Don To another town, a ^Gdifferent ^Dsong And the audiences ^Gcome a^Dlong To hear the music^G play ^Em So together we can ^Dwalk awhile Bring your fiddle tune, ^Gdancing ^Dstyle And we're ready for the ^Cweary ^Gmile It's a^Another day ^G

^ARic's so hip, he's a ^Gfiddler fine With ^Cbeautiful instru^Gmentals He'll ^Ctake you to Port^Gmeirion On the ^Amblack-and-white TV ^Drental Gerry sits and ^Gkeeps the pace His ^Cway is time and ^Ggroove A ^Cgiant of per^Gcussive sound His ^Amhands are always on the ^Dmove

While the bus ^Drolls D A D A D A G A D D A G6/B D A D A G6/B G A D D G Em A D A D A D A D D G Em A D A D A D A D D C G D C G D C G A D C

^AI love strings, those ^Gkind of things To ^Cwrite a song or ^Gtwo I ^Chave no fear when my ^Gfriends appear It's ^Amall I want to ^Ddo The time it goes and ^Gcomes around ^CFifty years and ^Gcounting Here's ^Cto the band called ^Gfamily And ^Amthose blown off that ^Dmountain

Our bus rolls ^Don To another town, a ^Gdifferent ^Dsong And the audiences ^Gcome a^Dlong To hear the music^G play ^Em So together we can ^Dwalk awhile Bring your fiddle tune, ^Gdancing ^Dstyle And we're ready for the ^Cweary ^Gmile It's another ^Aday