Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waiting for the trains Feeling nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues Windshield whipers slapping time Holding Bobbys hand in mine We sang up ever song that driver knew Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing aint worth nothing But its free Feeling good was easy Lord When Bobby sang the blues Feeling 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 all the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather Lord, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord, I let him slip away Hes a looking for a home I hope hell find Id trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday A holding Bobbys body next to mine Freedoms just another word... Mhmm mhmm mhm My Bobby McGee Mhmm mhmm mhm Me and Bobby McGee
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