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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train |
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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 away to New Orleans |
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I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna |
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And was blowin' sad while bobby sang the blues |
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With those windshield wipers slappin' time |
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And Bobby clappin' hands we finally sung up every song that driver knew |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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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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Feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and 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 Lord through every thing I done |
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Every night she kept me from the cold |
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Then somewhere near Salinas lord, I let her slip away |
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Lookin' for the home, I hope she'll find |
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And I've trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday |
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Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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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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Feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
