Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' 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 Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers slapping time And Bobby clapping 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 so free Feeling good was easy Lord when 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 And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away Searching for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' her body close to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' left is all she left for me for me Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Body that was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
