If This Bus Could Talk - Chesney, Kenny

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