Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
That rode us all the way to New Orleans

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I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
And we sang every song that driver knew

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Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing don't mean nothing honey, if it ain't free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

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From the Kentucky coal mines, to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather through everything we done
Yeah Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold

One day near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La da da...

Now, when I called him my lover, called him my man
I said I called him my lover and did the best I can, come on
And that Bobby, lord, and that Bobby McGee, yeah

Lordy, lordy, lordy...
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee