Busted
flat in baton rouge, headin’ for a train feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby
thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans
I
took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna and was blowin’ sad while Bobby
sang the blues
with
them windshield wipers slappin’ time and Bobby clappin’ hands
we
fin’ly sang up ev’ry song that driver knew.
Freedom’s
just another word for nothin’ left to lose, nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’
but it’s free.
Feelin’
good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues and feelin’ good was good enough
for me,
good
enough for me and Bobby MC Gee.
From
the coalmines
of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing
right beside me Lord through every thing I done and every night she kept me from
the cold
Then
somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away looking for the home and I hope
she’ll find.
An
I’ll trade
all my tomorrows
for a single yesterday, holding Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom’s
just another word for nothin’ left to lose, nothin’ left is all she left for
me.
Feelin’
good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues and feelin’ good was good enough
for me,
good
enough for me and Bobby MC Gee.
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