Bobby (Austin sessions) Songtext
von Baptiste W. Hamon

Bobby was sitting there
Without a hope, without a smile
Bobby was just waiting
For a new cold morning to come
And I was standing on my bed
Yeah, watching the moon go down
Bobby was my friend
Oh, but Bobby was gone

One day he spoke these words to me
"I ain′t nothing but the prisoner of my dreams
These dreams I drink when I dream of you
I'm gonna leave this place and I′ll miss you"

Yeah, oh dear Bobby
Come back to me
Yeah, oh dear Bobby
Come back to me


So Bobby checked his daddy's suitcase
With a guitar, with a guitar and a gun
Yeah, the guitar for the pain
And the gun for everything he's done
And he walked for his redemption
Out of the hills where he was born
And there was many a girl who shed a tear
When Bobby, my friend Bobby went down

Listen up dear Bobby
Lend an ear when you sleep
You hear the gentle voice, she calls your name

Maybe the winter wind blowing
Or it may be that goddamn morning coming
Yeah, listen up dear Bobby
Lend an ear when you sleep
You hear the gentle voice, she calls your name
Maybe time slipping away
Maybe the last stop on the train
Or, or it may be me

Yeah, oh dear Bobby
Come back to me
Yeah, oh dear Bobby
Come back to me