Back of the Bus

If you miss me at the back of the bus You can't find me nowhere. Come on up to the front of the bus I'll be riding up there. I'll be riding up there, I'll be riding up there. Come on up to the front of the bus, I'll be riding up there If you're looking for shelter You can't find it nowhere. Come on up to the greenbelt, Folks are camping up there... If you miss me in the greenbelt You can't find me nowhere Come on over to Nickelsville, Folks are building up there... If you miss me at Nickelsville You can't find me nowhere Come on down to the jailhouse, We'll be bunking down there... If you miss me at the jailhouse You can't find me nowhere That's cause we all stood together We're still building up here!...