Busted flat in Baton Rouge Headin' for the train 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands We finally sang up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, 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 Through everything I've done And every night he kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Enough for me and Bobby McGee Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee I let him slip away Lookin' for the home I hope he finds Enough for me and my Bobby McGee Enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
