: / / / / / / / / : (Twice)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans, / / / / / /
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just be - fore it rained,
Took us all the way to New Or - leans!
I took my har - poon out of my dirty red ban - danna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With those windshield wipers slapping time, and Bobby clapping hands,
We finally sung up every song that driver knew! / / / /
Freedom, just a - nother word for nothing left to lose,
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free, / / / /
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the Blues,
To the Cali - fornia sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, / / / /
Standing right be - side me, Lord, through every - thing I've done,
Every night she kept me from the cold, / / / /
Then somewhere near Sa - linas, Lord, I let her slip a - way,
Searching for the home, I heard, she owned,
And I'd give all my to - morrows for a single yester - day
Holding Bobby's body close to mine! / / / /
Freedom, just a - nother 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,
La - la, na, na, na - na, na, na! La - la, na, na, na!