Song | Me And Bobby McGee |
Artist | Jerry Lee Lewis |
Album | The Killer Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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, | |
It rode us all the way to New Orleans. | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, | |
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. | |
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine, | |
We sang every song that driver knew. | |
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now. | |
And 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. | |
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun, | |
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. | |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done, | |
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold. | |
One day up 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 is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah, | |
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, | |
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. | |
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la | |
La la la la la Bobby McGee. | |
La la la la la, la la la la la | |
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la. | |
La La la, la la la la la la, | |
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah. | |
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na | |
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah. | |
Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man, | |
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can, | |
C’mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah, | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! | |
Yeah! Whew! | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, 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, | |
It rode us all the way to New Orleans. | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, | |
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. | |
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby' s hand in mine, | |
We sang every song that driver knew. | |
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing don' t mean nothing honey if it ain' t free, now now. | |
And 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. | |
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun, | |
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. | |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done, | |
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold. | |
One day up 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 is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing, that' s all that Bobby left me, yeah, | |
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, | |
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. | |
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la | |
La la la la la Bobby McGee. | |
La la la la la, la la la la la | |
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la. | |
La La la, la la la la la la, | |
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah. | |
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na | |
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah. | |
Lord, I' m calling my lover, calling my man, | |
I said I' m calling my lover just the best I can, | |
C' mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah, | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! | |
Yeah! Whew! | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, 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, | |
It rode us all the way to New Orleans. | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, | |
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. | |
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby' s hand in mine, | |
We sang every song that driver knew. | |
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing don' t mean nothing honey if it ain' t free, now now. | |
And 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. | |
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun, | |
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. | |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done, | |
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold. | |
One day up 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 is just another word for nothing left to lose, | |
Nothing, that' s all that Bobby left me, yeah, | |
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, | |
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. | |
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la | |
La la la la la Bobby McGee. | |
La la la la la, la la la la la | |
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la. | |
La La la, la la la la la la, | |
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah. | |
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na | |
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah. | |
Lord, I' m calling my lover, calling my man, | |
I said I' m calling my lover just the best I can, | |
C' mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah, | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! | |
Yeah! Whew! | |
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord | |
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee. |