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My name is |
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Gary Tyler, |
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Louisiana-born |
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Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn |
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Sixteen years |
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I counted on the rising of the sun |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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Of all the |
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Disunited |
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States divided black and white |
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Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight |
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Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91 |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped |
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Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks |
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Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand |
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We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground |
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I never pulled a trigger and |
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I never held a gun |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus |
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Never found a thing to say that it was one of us |
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Took us down the station they were beating us for fun |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me |
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A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free |
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Thirty years in prison for a crime |
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I haven't done |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home |
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Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more |
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Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war |
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Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes |
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I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home. |
