Kris Kristofferson
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feelin' 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 bandanna,
And was blowing 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
Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's 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 the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done,
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee
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