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Busted flat in Baton
Rouge, waitin' for a train
when I'as feelin' nearly's faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
just before it
rained; it rode us all the way to New Or
leans.
I pulled my har
poon out of my dirty red bandan
na. I'as playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, ah.
Windshield wipers slappin' time,
I'as holdin' Bobby's hand in
mine. We sang ev'ry song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another
word for nothin' left to
lose,
nothin', I mean nothin', honey,
'f'it ain't free, no,
no.
If feelin' good was easy, Lord,
when he sang the
blues,
you know, feelin' good was good enough for me,
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines
to the California sun,
hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather,
through ev'rythin' that we'd done,
you, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold.
One day up near Sali
nas, Lord, I let him slip away.
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds
it.
Well, I'd trade all of my tomor
rows for one single yester
day to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to
lose, nothin', and 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 hm,
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La da da, la da da
da. La da da, la la, la
la. La la la, la la, la la la, Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la, la.
La la la, la la.
La, la la, la la, la, Bobby McGee, ah,
yeah.
La la la, la, la la la, la la la, la
la. La la la la, la la la, la
la. Hey, now Bobby, Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la la, la la.
La la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la.
Hey, an' now Bobby, Lord, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I'm callin' my lover, callin' my
man. I said, I'm callin' my lover, it's the best I
can. Come on!
Ain't it Bobby,
no, ain't it Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la.
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee,
Lord.
La, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la
la. Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la.
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah.
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