Lyrics:
Well, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother
Please take me back to that place
Where I've got all my memories, those were my happiest days
Stop by on your way home...
After seven if I can
Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Bobby, we've been thinking of you!
Sorry, Paul, I made a date
just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin'
just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin'
word for nothin' left to do
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good
left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, lord
When bobby sang the blues
I'm feeling good was
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
Bobby Charles
Yeah I'm sittin' here drinkin' again
I'm just spendin' some time with my friend
Then I know that I should be by your side
What am I
they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
depressed
I drank, but you really put it away tonight
The last several times we've gotten together, I've had shameful hangovers... abominable
We may be
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
You
but
Even though you really look so fine
And we've been having good times
I'm gonna wait, till my Bobby gets home
Wait till my baby gets home
Knowin' her you'll end up hurtin'
Run Bobby run
Please do it
All I am saying is for your own good
Bobby I love you
The way that she never could
Run
to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of
My dirty red bandanna
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
Bobby
let the thing go bust it
Put a whole clip through your Kangol cousin
Now your homie don't like it but he can't do nothing
Came through busting, I
for, but
Even though you really look so fine
And we've been having good times
[CHORUS:]
I'm gonna wait, 'till my Bobby gets home
Wait
claimed
Full of bullet holes but none to blame
Ron became another victim of homicide
Because he chose to walk - on the Wildside
Charles had everything
What did I just do?
You... did... what you had to do, I guess
If it was right, you would've gone through with it
That's what I think anyway
Bobby Charles
I spent all my money lovin' you
Just like a fool - I sure was a crazy fool
I spent all my time pleasin' you
But now I see - I just
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
his cool
By side
I envy that
Everything shines
How sweet
Side by side
We're just so fond of him
By side
Parallel lines who meet
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
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