Now you hung with me when all
the others turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music we
liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we
were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have
told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby
Jean
Now we went walking in the
rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody nowhere
nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there
on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling
along
In some motel room there'll
be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this
song
Well if you do you'll know
I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last
time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you
baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean
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