Låttexter: Bobbie Gentry. Benjamin.
Benjamin rode out of Montana
On a Palomino pony
He told me he was all alone
He lost his family in forty-nine
Benjamin took me to San Diego
Guess we caused quite a commotion
Selling Pacific ocean water
And callin' it seaweed wine
(Chorus)
Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin
He loved to travel
He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again
That boy could unravel
Stories that would make your eyes
Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you
Life could be fun for anyone
Who had a good friend like Benjamin
Had a good friend like Benjamin
Well, me and Ben thumbed a ride to Alabama
Spent the summer pickin' cotton
Now it was so doggone hot
We bought us a three-speed electric fan
Then at night we'd drink a Coca-Cola
Listen to the rain a'fallin'
Hearin' the bob white callin'
As though he'd know we'd understand
(Chorus)
Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma
Livin' on a reservation
Workin' at the service station
Pumpin' gas and passin' time
We caught a train down to Harlan County
Thinkin' we were awful lucky
Just to walk along a Kentucky backroad
Without no reason nor rhyme
(Chorus)
Had a good friend like Benjamin
On a Palomino pony
He told me he was all alone
He lost his family in forty-nine
Benjamin took me to San Diego
Guess we caused quite a commotion
Selling Pacific ocean water
And callin' it seaweed wine
(Chorus)
Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin
He loved to travel
He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again
That boy could unravel
Stories that would make your eyes
Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you
Life could be fun for anyone
Who had a good friend like Benjamin
Had a good friend like Benjamin
Well, me and Ben thumbed a ride to Alabama
Spent the summer pickin' cotton
Now it was so doggone hot
We bought us a three-speed electric fan
Then at night we'd drink a Coca-Cola
Listen to the rain a'fallin'
Hearin' the bob white callin'
As though he'd know we'd understand
(Chorus)
Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma
Livin' on a reservation
Workin' at the service station
Pumpin' gas and passin' time
We caught a train down to Harlan County
Thinkin' we were awful lucky
Just to walk along a Kentucky backroad
Without no reason nor rhyme
(Chorus)
Had a good friend like Benjamin
Bobbie Gentry