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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