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The Old School Bus chords by Norma O'Hara Murphy

Verse 1
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Music
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Way back then, when we were kids,
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life was simple then.
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Off to school, the golden rule,
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with a pencil and a pen.
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The highlight of those golden years,
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what meant the most to us,
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Was travelling in in splendour
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on that old school bus
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And throwing paper aeroplanes
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and smoking at the bank
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And when we had a blowout
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someone always hit the jack
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But the driver was a good old sport,
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he never dobbed on us
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Though we were holy terrors
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on that old school bus
She had bought the old tyres,
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battered old grill,
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poured black smoke
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going up the hill
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Rattled and roared like a hippopotamus
But we always had a bottle
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on the old school bus
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And we were glad when it rained,
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we'd cheer and shout hooray
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The old bus would get bogged for sure,
there'd be no school today
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We used to reckon that was great,
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it never bothered us
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But somehow she would struggle
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through the old school bus
On summer days
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it used to be a hundred in the shade
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The old bus used to boil and steam,
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she couldn't make the grade
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We'd have to stop while she cooled off,
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it never bothered us
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Cos we all reckoned she was cool,
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the old school bus
She had baldy old tyres,
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battered old grill,
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poured black smoke
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going up the hill
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Rattling roared like a hippopotamus,
but we always had a bottle
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of the old school mush
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She was freezing in the wintertime,
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in summer hot as hell
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And every time she cornered
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all us kids would scream and yell
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When we hit the gravel road
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you couldn't see for dust
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Well, we were lucky
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we survived the old school bus
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And I wonder if she's still about,
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or just a rusty heap
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One thing's for sure,
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the memories are always there to keep
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And all those years I went to school,
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I didn't learn too much
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But I got an education
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on that old school bus
She had a on ties
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You it all brilled
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Poor Black was not going up the hill
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Rattling and roaring like a hippopotamus
But we always had a bounty
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on the outskirt of Las
She had a bounty on ties
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You it all brilled
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Poor Black was not going up the hill
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Rattling and roaring like a hippopotamus
But we always had a ball
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on the all -school bus
Yeah, we always had a ball
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on the all -school bus
Yeah, we always had a ball
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on the all -school bus
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