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 I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin sad while Bobby sang the blues, yeah With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands We finally sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
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 One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
