busted flat and batting for a train i was feeling just as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained

and rode us all the way in New Orleans

I pulled my harp-oom out of my dirty red bandana

I was playing the soft while Bobby sang the blues my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana.

I was playing the soft while Bobby sang the blues.

Yeah.

Windshield wiper, slap in time.

I was holding Bobby's hand in mind.

We sang every song that driving new.

Freem's just another word for nothing left to lose

nothing

that's nothing

if it ain't free

yeah

feeling good

was easier

when he sang the blues

yeah feeling good

was good enough

for me uh huh it was good enough for me.

Uh-huh.

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