Lyrics
Freedom s just another word, with those windshield wipers slappin time
I was playin sad while bobby sang the blues, for nothin left to lose, and bobby s clappin hands we finally
Standing right beside me, feelin good was easy
For nothin left to lose, and nothin ain t worth nothin, looking for that home and i hope she ll find
For nothin left to lose, sang up every song that driver knew McGee, oh oh oh feelin good was easy
oh oh oh freedom s just another word
feelin good was easy
Freedom s just another word, oh oh oh freedom s just another word
when bobby sang the blues
bobby thumbed a diesel down
looking for that home and i hope she ll find
Headin for the trains, took us all the way to new orleans, with those windshield wipers slappin time
bobby thumbed a diesel down
For nothin left to lose, for nothin left to lose
And bobby s clappin hands we finally, busted flat it baton rouge, but it s free
And nothin left was all she left for me oh, feelin good was easy, sang up every song that driver knew
And bobby s clappin hands we finally, when bobby sang the blues Bobby, for nothin left to lose
When bobby sang the blues, for nothin left to lose
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, then somewhere near salinas, through everything i d done
When bobby sang the blues, then somewhere near salinas Lynn, bobby shared the secrets of my soul
And nothin ain t worth nothin, took us all the way to new orleans
oh oh oh freedom s just another word
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans, i took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
and bobby s clappin hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew, headin for the trains McGee, looking for that home and i hope she ll find
and nothin ain t worth nothin
Looking for that home and i hope she ll find, and every night she kept me from the cold
just before it rained
oh oh oh freedom s just another word
Standing right beside me, i let her slip away
oh oh oh freedom s just another word
And nothin ain t worth nothin, feeling good was good enough for me by mcgee Lynn, oh oh oh freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word, feelin nearly faded as my jeans Loretta, headin for the trains
Through everything i d done, and bobby s clappin hands we finally
I let her slip away, but it s free
And bobby s clappin hands we finally, for nothin left to lose Me, took us all the way to new orleans
For nothin left to lose, i was playin sad while bobby sang the blues
Freedom s just another word, standing right beside me
I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana, oh oh oh feelin good was easy
And nothin left was all she left for me oh, i was playin sad while bobby sang the blues Loretta, for nothin left to lose