words and music by Kris Kristofferson
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
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And I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
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It rode us all the way into New Orleans
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Now I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
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And I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
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Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
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We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
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Freedom was just another word for nothin' left to lose
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Nothin' and it's all there bubbling me
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And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
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Listen up, feelin' good was good enough for me
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
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From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
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There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
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Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
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Now Bobby baby help me hold it over
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One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
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He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
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Cause I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday
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To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
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Freedom was just another word for nothin' left to lose
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Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
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But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
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You know, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
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La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da
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La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah
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La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da
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La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah
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La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da
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La-da-da La da-da La da-da
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Bobby McGee, yeah
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Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la
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Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
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Hey, my Bobby, Bobby Bobby McGee, yeah
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Lord, I call you my lover, call you my man
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I said I call you my lover, just the best I can, c'mon
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Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
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La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
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Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah!
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Me And Bobby Mcgee
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| Jennifer Love Hewitt |
