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Busted flat in Baton Rouge;headin' for the trains.
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a disel downjust before it rained;took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out my dirtyred Bandanna and was blowin' sadwhile Bobby sang the blues;with them windshield wipersslappin' time and Bobby clappin' handswe fin' ly sang up every song thatdriver knew;freedom's just another wordfor nothin' left to losenothin' ain't worth nothin'but it's free;
Feeling good was easy
Lordwhen Bobby sang the blues;feeling good was good enough for me;good enough for me and Bobby Mc
Gee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky tothe California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul;standin' right beside me
Lordthrough everything I doneevery night she kept me from the cold;then somewhere near Salinas
Lord I let her slip awaylookin' for the home I hope she'll find;and I'd trade all my tomorrows for a
Single yesterday holdin' Bobby's bodynext to mine;
Freedom's just another wordfor nothin' left to losenothin' left is all she left for me;feeling good was easy
Lordwhen Bobby sang the blues;
Buddythat was good enough for me;good enough for me and Bobby Mc
Gee.
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