Lyrics:

All the way home from Baltimore

We couldn't find a seat

Conductor says he's 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 we're not going home

Mommy, daddy, you and I



Driving, keep driving

Driving, driving all night

Sleeping on my daddy's shoulder

Drinking from a paper cup

And I'm wearing my grandfather's clothes

And they say that up North it gets cold



Crawling out of bed one night

Walking in my sleep

We're not the only family

To take this little trip

Driving all the way up

It's 30 below

Mommy, daddy, you and I

Even little kids

Getting ready to go

Mommy, daddy,you and I



Chilly, Chilly-Willy

It's colder the further we go

Some are born to take advantage

But saying it don't make it so

So hold me and don't let me go

'Cause the sidewalks are covered with snow



He's speaking English now

And he's smoothing out his clothes

He's Mr. Button Down

He's leaving home



Making changes day by day

And we still ain't got no plan

How we gonna make our way

In this foreign land?



Well we'll 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 we're all riding in this old bus

And the driver is singing to us

And we're wearing out grandfather's clothes

'Cause we heard that up North it gets cold