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 took my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With the 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 Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues 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 Standing 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 I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holding her body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby Mcgee...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
