Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat i Baton Rouge,
headin for the trains
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down,
just befored it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon
out of my dirty red bandana
and was blowin sad
while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield
wipers slappin time
and Bobby clappin hands
we finally sang up every
song that driver knew.

Freedoms just another word
for nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin
but its free

Feelin good was easy Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin good was good
enough for me
Good enough for me
and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky
to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin right beside me Lord,
Every night she kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas
Lord, I let her slip away
looking for the home I hope shell find
Now I trade all my tomorrows
for a single yesterday
holding Bobbys body next to mine.

Freedoms just another word
for nothin left to lose
Nothin left is all she left for me

Feelin good was easy Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy that was good enough for me
Good was good enough for me
and Bobby McGee

La la la......


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