Me and Bobby McGee - Kris Kristofferson, Fred Foster

    Busted flat in Baton Rouge; Headin' for the trains, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans,
    Bobby thumbed a diesel 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 windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands we fin'ly sang up every song that driver knew;

    Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
    and nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free;
    Feeling good was easy, Lord, when  Bobby sang the blues;
    And Buddy, that was good enough for me;
    Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

    From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul;
    Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I done, And every night she kept me from the cold;
    Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away lookin' for the home I hope she'll find;
    And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday, holdin' Bobby's body next to mine;

    Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
    and nothin' left was all she left for me;
    Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
    Feeling good was good enough for me;
    Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
     

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