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.
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
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Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose,
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And nothing aint worth nothing but its free, yes itís free
Feelin good was easy, Lord, while Bobby sang the blues,
Feeliní good was good enough for me, for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
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From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin right beside me through everything I done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
The somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin for the home I hope shell find,
And trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
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Holdin Bobbys body close to mine.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
Nothing ainít worth nothiní but itís free, but itís free
Feelin good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
Feeliní good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee