Busted flat it Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly's faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby's clappin' hands we finally
Sang up
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