Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon from my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', nothin' honey, if it ain't free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord now, when he sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, to everything we done
Bobby baby helped me from the cold world

One day outside Salinas, Lord, well I, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But, I'll trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me yeah
Feelin' good was easy, Lord now, when he sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La da da, la da da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
La da da da daa my Bobby McGee oh yeah
Lordy Lordy Lord, la da daa da daa
Lordy Lordy Lord my Bobby McGee yeah
Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord Lordy Lord Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord Lordy Lord Lordy Lord
Hey my Bobby Bobby Bobby McGee yeah
Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord Lordy Lord Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord Lordy Lord Lordy Lord
Hey my Bobby Bobby Bobby McGee yeah
Well, I called him my lover, I called him my man
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
C'mon, whoa my Bobby whoa my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord, Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah



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Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson, Fred L Foster
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