Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waiting for a train, When I's feelin' as fadded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Took us all the way from New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna And was blowing soft while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word For nothing left to loose Well nothing ain't nothing but it's free And feeling good was easy lord when Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough ffor me and my Bobby MCGee
From the cold mines of Kentucky To the California Sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, Through everything I 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 it And I'd trade all of my tomorrows For one single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body close to me Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Well nothing ain't nothing but it's free And feeling good was easy lord when Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough ffor me and my Bobby MCGee
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