|
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 |
|
Buddy, 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 |
|
Buddy, that was good enough for me good enough for me and |
|
Bobby McGee |