Transcription: Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train. A ceiling as faded as my jeans. Bought me Thunder Diesel down just before it rained. It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah When she wiped her slapping time eyes, holding Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that daddy knew Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing don't mean nothing if it ain't free And feeling good was easy, love Bobby sang the blues And feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bob ...
