When we lived in Panama City and daddy would be gone for weeks with work we would ride the Greyhound to nawlins and stay with family. This song always reminds of those trips. I was just a kid and absolutely hated it. The bus was always full of hippies that smelled like weed, piss and sweat. I also think it was the reason I played my best football at away games because I was good and mad from the bus ride there.
