| All the way home from Baltimore we couldn’t find a seat
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| Conductor says he’s sorry for the blisters on our feet
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| Comes a-riding in a bus, the high and the low
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| Mommy, daddy, you and I
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| Going on a trip and we’re not going home
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| Mommy, daddy, you and I, I
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| Driving, keep driving, driving, driving all night
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| Sleeping on my daddy’s shoulder, drinking from a paper cup
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| And I’m wearing my grandfather’s clothes and they say that up North it gets cold
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| Crawling out of bed one night, walking in my sleep
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| We’re not the only family to take this little trip
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| Driving all the way up, It’s 30 below
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| Mommy, daddy, you and I
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| Even little kids getting ready to go
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| Mommy, daddy, you and I
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| Chilly, Chilly-Willy, It’s colder the further we go
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| Some are born to take advantage but saying it don’t make it so
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| So hold me and don’t let me go, 'cause the sidewalks are covered with snow
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| He’s speaking English now and he’s smoothing out his clothes
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| He’s Mr. Button Down, he’s leaving home
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| Making changes day by day and we still ain’t got no plan
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| How we gonna make our way in this foreign land?
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| Well we’ll keep driving, keep driving, driving with all of our might
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| Changing, still changing, changing the water of life
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| Keep that little man a shining, see how the tail can wag the dog
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| And we’re all riding in this old bus
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| And the driver is singing to us
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| And we’re wearing our grandfather’s clothes
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| 'cause we heard that up North it gets cold |