Back of the Bus

If you miss me at the back of the bus

You can’t find me nowhere.

Come on up to the front of the bus

I’ll be riding up there.

I’ll be riding up there,

I’ll be riding up there.

Come on up to the front of the bus,

I’ll be riding up there

If you’re looking for shelter

You can’t find it nowhere.

Come on up to the greenbelt,

Folks are camping up there…

If you miss me in the greenbelt

You can’t find me nowhere

Come on over to Nickelsville,

Folks are building up there…

If you miss me at Nickelsville

You can’t find me nowhere

Come on down to the jailhouse,

We’ll be bunking down there…

If you miss me at the jailhouse
You can’t find me nowhere
That’s cause we all stood together
We’re still building up here!…