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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains, |
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feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, |
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took us all the way to New Orleans. |
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Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
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and was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues, |
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With them windshield wipers slappin' time and |
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Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song |
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that driver knew. |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, |
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and nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, |
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Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, |
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and buddy, that was good enough for me, |
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. |
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From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun, |
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Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, |
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Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done, |
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and every night she kept me from the cold. |
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The somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, |
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she was lookin' for the love I hope she'll find, |
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Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, |
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holdin' Bobby's body close to mine. |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, |
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and nothin' left was all she left to me, |
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Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, |
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and buddy, that was good enough for me. |
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. |
