All the way home from baltimore
We couldnt find a seat
Conductor says hes sorry for
The blisters on our feet
Comes a-riding in a bus
The high and the low
Mommy, daddy, you and i
Going on a trip
And were not going home
Mommy, daddy, you and i
Driving, keep driving
Driving, driving all night
Sleeping on my daddys shoulder
Drinking from a paper cup
And im wearing my grandfathers clothes
And they say that up north it gets cold
Crawling out of bed one night
Walking in my sleep
Were not the only family
To take this little trip
Driving all the way up
Its 30 below
Mommy, daddy, you and i
Even little kids
Getting ready to go
Mommy, daddy, you and i
Chilly, chilly-willy
Its colder the further we go
Some are born to take advantage
But saying it dont make it so
So hold me and dont let me go
Cause the sidewalks are covered with snow
Hes speaking english now
And hes smoothing out his clothes
Hes mr. button down
Hes leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still aint got no plan
How we gonna make our way
In this foreign land?
Well well keep driving, keep driving
Driving with all of our might
Changing, still changing
Changing the water of life
Keep that little man a shining
See how the tail can wag the dog
And were all riding in this old bus
And the driver is singing to us
And were wearing out grandfathers clothes
Cause we heard that up north it gets cold