She was the first hippie in her hometown
Wildflower they had never seen
She moved off to Raleigh
Got a little crazy
Small town couldn't hold her down, she said
She knew every band
She was the biggest kind of fan
I had an autograρhed picture by my [A]bed
Oh and [Bm]Grandma said Aunt Bobbie
Was always tɾying to [C7]save somebody
The Cherokee, the turtles, or the whales
You can ask her siblings,
Nieces and [Bm]her neρhews
She's the kind the store no longer sells
She was [Am7]the first hippie in her hometown
Wildflower they had never seen
Crazy and [Bm]carefree
But I knew that she loved me
Until we meet again Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean
When Christmas time was [Am7]coming
You knew she had the good stuff
Pink Floyd, maybe [Am]even Dr. Dre
It was [Am7]the 1990s
She called us her babies
Loved us more than any words could say
Oh and [Bm]she was [Am7]the first hippie in her hometown
Wildflower they had never seen
Crazy and [Bm]carefree
But I knew that she loved me
Until we meet again Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean
I ɾemember Christmas eve
When Aunt Bobbie stayed with me
That was [Am7]the night that my [A]brother came along
And the day we said goodbye
We hung our heads to [C7]cry
And then we got [Fm7]together and [Bm]wrote her this song
She was [Am7]the first hippie in her hometown
Wildflower they had never seen
Crazy and [Bm]carefree
But I knew that she loved me
Until we meet again Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean
So long, Bobbie Jean