Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained Rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues-ah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang ev'ry song that driver knew
Freedom is just another word for "nothing left to loose" Nothin', I mean nothing hon, if it ain't free no Oh feeling good was easy oh-ho 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 we done Hey Bobby-baby kept me from the cold
One day out near Salinas oh-ho, I let him slip away He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it Well I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday, To be holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word for "nothing left to loose" Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah Well feeling good was easy oh-ho when he sang the blues Hey feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
Lalala... Bobby McGee Lalala... Bobby McGee Lalala... Bobby McGee Lalala... Bobby McGee
Call him my lover, call him my man, I said I call him my lover just the best I can, come on Bobby McGee, yeah lalala... Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee lalala... Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
