Busload of Hope Songtext
von Steve Conte & The Crazy Truth

The sinners and prayers on the jitney
Gamblers trying to smooth their raw deal
They kiss their kids for the weekend
And here they come to spin the wheel
Mustache lipstick Frannie
She′ll be sucking up the free drinks at Trump
Going through twenties like water
But she don't feel a thing when she′s drunk

They're on the busload of hope
Swinging on a star from the hangman's rope
It′s a busload of hope
Give me the luck, give me the dope


Yeah, shaking hands with one-armed bandits
Winking back at one-eyed jacks
Suicide king′s got a reason
Oh baby, just stay in the black
Hit me

It's a busload of hope
Swinging on a star from the hangman′s rope
It's a busload of hope
Give me the luck, give me the dope

Yeah, shattered that American daydream
Afternoon moaning in bed
Swallowed the hook, line and sinker
Working man needs the bread
Slipping on that second mortgage
Living on credit and debt
Oh, thank heaven for Chapter 11
Or should you make just one more bet?


Get on the busload of hope
Sure you′re gonna clean up in hot water and soap
It's a busload of hope, y′all
You got the dream and just enough rope
Yeah, yeah, yeah