| Me and my Bobby mcGee |
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| . |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge |
| Waitin' for a train |
| When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans |
| Bobby thumbed a diesel down |
| Just before it rained |
| He rode us all the way to New Orleans |
| . |
| I pulled my harpoon |
| Out of my dirty red bandana |
| I was playin' soft while Bobby sang blues |
| Windshield wipers slappin' time |
| I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine |
| We sang every song that driver knew |
| . |
| Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. |
| Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free |
| Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues |
| Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee |
| . |
| From the Kentucky coal mines |
| To the California sun |
| Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
| Through all kinds of weather |
| Through everything that we done |
| Hey, Bobby baby kept me from the cold |
| . |
| One day up near Salinas, Lord |
| I let him slip away |
| He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it |
| Well, I'd trade all o' my tomorrows |
| For one single yesterday |
| To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
| . |
| Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. |
| Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free |
| Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues |
| Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee |
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