Recorded November 23, 2021 with a TASCAM DR-05 using an Eastman E20OM
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Sitting on the bus bench next to a tree
I'm sitting on the bench waiting for a dream
Jump on the coach, work my way back
Going downtown to the railroad tracks
Down a winding road, pass under a bridge
See people living up in the wedge
Smoke stacks made from little tin cans
Making dinner from whatever they can
We're looking for a nickel, hoping for a dime
I've got yours and you've got mine
Your pretty and smart, your gentle and kind
I ain't got much but traveling time
On toward town where the big homes are
Wood siding and solid-frame doors
Green top shingles and wide plank floors
Those are the houses we're longing for
I see peach-faced faces on the streets
No black coal streaks on their cheeks
What a life they must have
Electric lights thanks to the miners' hand
We're looking for a nickel, hoping for a dime
I've got yours and you've got mine
Your pretty and smart, your gentle and kind
I ain't got much but traveling time
The last stop on this old bus line
The train's whistling in on time
Run to the depot through the turnstile
Can hardly wait to see her lovely a smile
I see her step off the South Shore Line
Big grins on her face and mine
Grab her hand, grab her bag
Back to the bus and across the land
We're looking for a nickel, hoping for a dime
I've got yours and you've got mine
Your pretty and smart, your gentle and kind
I ain't got much but your hand in mine
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