Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains 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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers slappin' time and 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 Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues That 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 done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away Looking 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
