Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I was feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained
And wrote a song on the way into New Orleans
Now I pulled my harpoon and my dirty red bandana
And I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Bilden: Familjegrav med tankbil, Hope Cemetary, Barre, Vermont. © Sten Holtermann och Patricia Frances Mounce.
