Two three four
Hey
Hey
Well I came by your house
The other day
Your mother said
You went away
She said
There was nothin'
That I coulda done
There was nothin'
Nobody could say
Now me and you
We've known each other
Ever since
We were sixteen
I wished I woulda known
I wished I coulda called ya
Just to say good bye
Bobby Jean
Now ya 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
Yeah we told
Each other
That we were
The wildest
The wildest things
We'd ever seen
Now I wished
You woulda told me
I wished I coulda
Talked to ya just to
Say goodbye
Bobby Jean
Now we went
Walkin' in the rain
Talkin' 'bout the pain
That from the world
We hid
Now there ain't nobody
Nowhere nohow
Gonna ever
Understand me
The way you did
Well maybe
You'll be out there
On that
Road somewhere
Some bus or train
Just travelin' a long
In some motel room
There'll be
A radio playin'
And you'll hear me
Sing this song
Well if you do
You'll know I'm
Thinkin' of you
And all the miles
In between
And I'm just callin'
One last time
Not to change
Your mind
But just to say
I miss you baby
Good luck
Good bye
Bobby Jean
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah
Hey
That's alright
Alright
Hey
Hey