Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train I was feeling near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained And rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la la Bobby McGee La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la
La La la, la la la la la la La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man I said called him my lover just the best I can and come on And and a Bobby oh, and a Bobby McGee yeah Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo Hey hey hey Bobby McGee, lord La da la la la, la da la la la la la Hey hey hey, Bobby McGee yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
