Paul Simon - Trailways bus

A pa^Essenger traveling quietly con^Aceals himself With a m^Bagazine and a sl^Eeepless pillow O^Ever the crest of the mountain the moon beg^Ains its climb And he ^Bwakes to find he's in rolling f^Earmland

^AmThe farmer sleeps again^Est his wife ^AmHe wonders w^Ghat their life must ^Cbe ^{Em Am}A Trailways bus is heading so^Guth F B7 E Into Washington, D.C.

A mo^Ether and child, the baby maybe t^Awo months old P^Brepare themselves for sl^Eeep and feeding. ^EThe shadow of the Capitol dom^Ae slides across his face And his h^Beart is racing with the u^Erge to freedom.

^AmThe father motionless as ^Estone, ^AmA shepherd re^Gsting wi^Cth his fl^Emock, ^AmThe Trailways bus is turning we^Gst ^FDallas ^Cvia Lit^Gtle Rock. ^D

^EO my darling, darling ^ASon ^BThe desert moon is my wi^Etness. ^EI've no money to come ^AEast, But ^BI know you'll soon be h^Eere

We p^Dull into downtown Dallas by the side of the gr^Gassy knoll Where the le^Aader fell and a t^Down was broken. A^Dway from the feel and flow of life for s^Go many years He hears mu^Asic playing and Spa^Dnish spoken ^D7

The bo^Erder patrol outside of Tucson bo^Aarded the bus Any al^Biens here? You better ch^Eeck with us, H^Eow about you son? You look like you got Sp^Eanish blood. Do you 'H^Babla Ingles,' and I un^Ederstood.

^AmYes, I am an al^Eien, from Mars. ^AmI come to Ea^Grth from ou^Cter space. ^{Em Am}And if I traveled my whole li^Gfe ^FYou guys would s^Ctill be on my ca^Gse ^FYou guys would s^Ctill be on my ca^Gse

^AmBut he can't leave his fears be^Ghind, ^AmHe recal^Gls each fat^Cal thrust ^Em The s^Amcreams carried by the w^Gind, . ^FPhantom figures ^Cin the d^Gust ^FPhantom figures ^Cin the d^Gust ^FPhantom figures ^Cin the d^Gust.