Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat in baton rouge, heading for the trains,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a disel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new orleans.
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad whil Bobby sang the bluse,
Whit them windshield wipers slapping time and
Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew.

Fredom just another word for nothing left to lose,
And nothing is nothing worth but its free,
Feelig good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the bluse,
And buddy, that was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

From the colmines of kentucky to the califonia sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me through everything I done,
And every night he kept me from the cold.
Then somewher near salinas, lord, I let him slip away,
He was looking for that love I hope he find,
Well Id trade all my tomorrows for a singel yesterday,
Holding Bobbys body close to mine.

Fredom just another word for nothing left to lose,
and nothing left was all he left for me,
Feeling good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the bluse,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

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