My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
The Boy Bands Have Won
- All Fur Coat & No Knickers
- To A Little Radio
- RIP RP
- Lord Bateman’s Motorbike
- A Fine Career
- Charlie
- Add Me
- Unpindownable
- Bury Me Deep
- Compliments Of Your Waitress
- I Wish That They’d Sack Me
- Fine Line
- Sing About Love
- The Ogre
- Same Old Same Old
- Hull Or Hell
- Refugee
- (Words Flew) Right Around The World
- Waiting For The Bus
- You Watched Me Dance
- Word Bomber
- When An Old Man Dies
- Words Can Save Us
- What We Want
- El Fusilado
- The Boy Bands Have Won (2008)
- Tubthumping
- WWW Dot
- El Fusilado
- Bella Ciao
- Cartrouble
- Money Money Money
- I’m Coming Out
- Enough Is Enough
- I Never Gave Up (Cass Mix)
- Pop Star Kidnap
- When I’m Bad
- The Health And Happiness Show
- Silly Love Songs
- Fine Line
- Sleep
- Ah-Men
- Rock ‘n’ Roles
- Safety Pin Stuck In My Heart
- Smith & Taylor
- The Song Collector
- Knickers
- Stairway to Heaven
- Introduction
- Salt Fare, North Sea