I'm a School Bus Driving Cowboy

In order to write school bus cowboy poetry, you have to have lived the lifestyle of a working school bus cowboy. And since I do...

I'm a School Bus Driving Cowboy

By Tracy Farr

I drive a yellow school bus, I drive it twice a day,
I pick up little Billy, I pick up little Faye.
I take them to the school house so they'll learn to read and write,
I'm a school bus driving cowboy every morning, noon and night.

Rounding up those riders is just like chasing steer,
Sometimes they're kind of far away, sometimes they're purty near.
They're different shapes and sizes 'cept they have no horns or tails,
And when I've got them herded up it's time to hit the trail.

Now listen to me riders while I 'splain the rules to you,
Don't yell, don't cuss, don't spit on the floor, little Johnny that means you.
Don't punch your neighbor in the gut, or hit him on the chin,
But if you're playing poker don't forget to deal me in.

You can disrespect my cookin’, talk bad about my horse,
You can laugh about my singin’ 'cause it ain’t a pretty voice.
But if you want to make it home with nary any fuss,
Then you best think twice before you start complaining ‘bout my bus.

I drive a yellow school bus, I drive it twice a day,
I pick up little Billy, I pick up little Faye.
I take them to the school house so they'll learn to write and read,
I'm a school bus driving cowboy and that's all I want to be.