Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way-in to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
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', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I'd trade all of 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
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da
La da da da
La la la la la
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da
La da la da la la la
La da la da la la la
Hey, now Bobby
Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, now Bobby
Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, Lord
Hey, hey
Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Writer/s: Fred L. Foster, Kris Kristofferson
When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way-in to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
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', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I'd trade all of 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
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da
La da da da
La la la la la
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da
La da la da la la la
La da la da la la la
Hey, now Bobby
Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, now Bobby
Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, Lord
Hey, hey
Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Writer/s: Fred L. Foster, Kris Kristofferson
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