The Ballad Of Bob And Jane

I've scoured the interweb for this for years with absolutely no success.
One of the finest lyrics ever written; the tale of Bob and Jane and … er … a different Bob.

Long deleted and beloved only of Michael and myself, this silly little song was a staple in The Blind Willies' set list.
Unfortunately I don't have a recording of us performing it (which is a shame as our version knocked spots off the original) but should I ever succeed in dragging Michael back into the studio I shall be sure to rectify that.

Then earlier today I was scouring the attic for something else and - as stated in Newton's Law of Attics - inevitably I forgot what it was I went up there for and got sidetracked by some boxes of cassettes I thought I'd thrown out years ago.

Imagine my "YAY!" when I came across the original, self titled album by the "Colorblind James Experience," knowing full well that it contained this very song.

So here it is in all its gleefully unresolved lyrical glory.
Seemingly unavailable anywhere else on the interweb, you can now listen to it here in tribute to Colorblind James who sadly died a while back.

I even typed out the lyrics:
A Different Bob
by the late and sadly missed Colorblind James.

My baby was talking in her sleep.
She said "Bob"
I said "What?"
She said "Bob"
I said "I'm Bob"
She said "No …
I mean a different Bob."

And so I asked her the next day;
I said "Jane"
She said "What?"
I said "Who's Bob?"
She said "You're Bob."
I said "No …
I mean a different Bob."

My baby was run over by a truck.
It was a Dodge.
As she lay dying
She called for Bob,
I touched her hand and said "I'm here."
She said "No …
I mean a different Bob."

My baby was talking in her sleep …