He was there when I started, in Knoxville, Tennessee

Opening for Patty Loveless, November of '93

Full of friends, mom, and uncle Butch

And the crowd was really small

He'd say I was a scared kid, if this bus could talk

Some nights we'd dance with the devil

Some nights we'd pray to the Lord

Between vibrant passes and margarita glasses

He was never really bored

We were starry eyed dreamers, bouncing off the wall

And all the stories he could tell, if this bus could talk

He'd seen pool halls in Texas

And every corndog county fair

Girls that we'd make cry, some crowds that didn't care

When Bobby rolled us down in 'Bama

He kept rocking through it all

All the stories he could tell

If this bus could talk

Late night conversations, full of drunk philosophy

On politics and religion, football and family

The lovers that we missed, and the lovers that we lost

All the secrets he could share, if this bus could talk

He'd seen Virginia Beach, caught in a hurricane

Heroes I wish I never met but he ain't naming names

We learned the code of the road at The Grizzly Rose

Then we had a ball

All the stories he could tell

If this bus could talk

Many years of summers, and I hope it never ends

Been down so many highways, full of twists and turns and bends

We caught lightning in a bottle, somehow we survived it all

All the stories he could tell, if this bus could talk

As I leave the stage, still high from your applause

He'd tell you that I love you

If this bus could talk

If this bus could talk

If this bus could talk

If this bus could talk