(Chris Lindsey/Hillary Lindsey/Aimee Mayo/Troy Verges)
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
A town this small; all they do is talk.
No wedding ring; chipped fingernail polish.
She always wished that she could go to college,
But some dreams fade: they just slip away.
She started to show a few months ago an' she had to go.
That's how she wound up...
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Head on down with the windows up.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Moon was full, the stars were smilin':
God has a funny sense of timin'.
The baby came on the Interstate.
Somewhere between Jackson and Memphis,
She finally found what she had been missin':
She cried and laughed, while the red lights flashed.
Sweet baby girl: she looked into the face of a new,
The face of a brand new world...
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could bust.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Sweet baby girl:
She found a brand new world.
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
Heart so full that it could bust.
Starin' at the rest of her life.
She never thought this would be the place,
Where she would find her savin' grace,
But she fell in love; she fell in love,
On the backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
She wore a dress with cherries on it,
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted.
Hey, yeah, oh, yeah.