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Busted flat in Baton Rouge headed 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 pulled my ol' frenchharp out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' it 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
Feeling good was easy Lord Bobby sang the blues
Body that 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
Every night she kept me from the cold.

And then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose...
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord Bobby sang the blues
Body that was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee...

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