D G D A D Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport Id been too long in my seat D G D A D I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat G D G D And the ceiling fans they hungd above a screened in patio D G D A D Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold Bm F#m G A And the bar mate smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool D G D A D Said hang around Ill show you things they dont teach in school Across the way an old blues man was playin on the street He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat He sang Lord He lives above us and the devil sleeps beneath Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin like a fool Well you can learn somethings down there they dont teach in school Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go I said, oh officer, oh officer, please dont take me to jail Said you cant sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin all too well And if you play in my town son youll play it by the rules That downtown night shed light on sights that you wont see in school Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin down the road So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin nice and slow Said Ive gone as far a Fayetteville, Ive got some room to spare Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well Ive got family there And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin back I played it cool From a shotgun seat I learned some thing they dont teach in school Key change to E C#m G#m A B And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin like a fool E A E B E Well you can learn some things down there they dont teach in school Well I said you can learn something down there they dont teach in school