Sitting back on that Greyhound Bus
Taking the bus to avoid the fuss
Heading for my Childhood born home
Louisville, Kentucky where I used to roam
A thought of Churchill Downs
My remembrance with my Father watching the horse’s race around
I am thinking about part of my life, as the Greyhound bus to getting me closer to Louisville in my destination bound
Banjo’s playing as we turn onto a country road
I still have 8 more hours to go
I will just relax, recline back and just take it slow
As I Slept through out the night
The sunrise was quite a sight
The Greyhound bus will soon make a breakfast stop
Thinking about my Mother’s breakfast servings that were tops
I must eat light
I don’t want to feel all up tight
Later as the Greyhound bus wheels continue on
I am thinking, home was always where I belonged
I have been traveling for two days long
My anticipation of anxiety feeling like an urn
However over in the distance ever so close, I see the city of Louisville
The highway just opened my heart in being a thrill
The Greyhound bus pulled off the highway onto Louisville Drive, and two blocks away being the Greyhound Terminal as my stride
It has been quite a ride
The Greyhound bus pulled into Gate 8
We arrived On-time and not late
My Father and Mother met me and didn’t hesitate
Louisville I will never forget
I have no regret
I had to come back and give it a shot
I am glad I arrived and no thinking of not.