Busted flat in Baton Rouge headed for the trains

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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandanna

I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield wipers slappin' time

And Bobby clappin' hands

We finally sang up ever song that driver knew

Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done

Every night she'd keep me from the cold

Somewhere near Salinas Lord Bobby slipped away

Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find

I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday

Holding her body close to mine

Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues