Me and Bobby Gee

busted flat in baton rouge
waitin on a train
feelin nearly faded as my jeans
bobby thumbed a deisel down
just before it rained
took us all the way to new orleans
i took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
and was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues
with them wind shield wipers slappin time
and bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew
freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
nothin aint worth nothin . but its free
feelin good was easy lord when bobby sang the blues
feelin good was good enough for me
from the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun



Credits
Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson, Fred L Foster
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