Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waitin for the train Feelin nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna And was playing soft While Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin time I was holdin Bobbys hand in mine We sang 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 he sang the blues And feelin good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From Kentucky coal mines To the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, Lord Through everything I done Bobby baby kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord I let him slip away Lookin for the home I hope hell find it And Id trade all of my tomorrows For one single yesterday Holdin Bobbys body next to mine Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose Nothin left is all that Bobby left me Feelin good was easy, Lord When he sang the blues And buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGeeYou might also like
bobby, sang, nothin, feelin, good