Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained it took us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana I blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues And buddy that was good enough for me it was 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 done And 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 I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday holding her good body close to mine Freedom's just another word... Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
