Late blooming old guy,writing,singing,playing most instruments,guitars,blues harps,keyboard,recording,mixing,mastering,submitting !
Lyrics
That big Blue Bus,she was a heading out of town, On that windy day,rocking and rolling along, We thought that driver,was a going to lose control, And we would all find ourselves,in a deep hole, Well as we rolled along, things went from bad to worse, Some folks lost their kool,and they started to curse, And before we new it,a scrap had broken out , The bus was going to stop,and they would be kicked out, Chorus Well that bus was overloaded,now its not, They kicked those people off,they were a rowdy lot, Now its on its way again,heading for the slots, The old folks were happy,this trip might have went to pot, Bridge People were getting anxious,to give their money away, To the one armed bandit,hes anticipating their stay, It won't be long now,and they will arrive, They'll be very glad,its been a long drive, The rush will soon be on,to get their favorite machine, And pour the money in,get rid of some of that green, There'll be the odd winner,few and far between, Some will be happy to leave,some will be keen, Chorus+bridge Well they're on their way home now,and some are broke, The odd one is happy,they made that machine choke, Some are kind of sad,some think its a joke, Some want to come back again,some want to revoke, Chorus
