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Busted flat in Baton Rouge |
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Waitin' for a train |
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When I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down |
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Just before it rained |
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That rode us all away to New Orleans |
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I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
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I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues |
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Windshield wipers slappin' time |
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I was holding Bobby's hand in mine |
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We sang every song that driver knew |
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Freedom is just another word |
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For nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin' don't mean nothin, hon |
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If it ain't free |
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Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord |
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When he sang the blues |
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You know feeling good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |
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From the Kentucky coalmines |
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To the California sun |
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Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
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Through all kinds of weather |
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Through every thing that we done |
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Yeah Bobby baby, kept me from the cold |
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One day up near Salinas, Lord |
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I let him slip away |
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He's looking for that home |
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And I hope he finds it |
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Well I'd trade all of my tomorrows |
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For one single yesterday |
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To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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Freedom is just another word |
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For nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin' and that's all that Bobby left me |
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But feelin' good was easy Lord |
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When he sang the blues |
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Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |
