Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,
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feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
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took us all the way to New Orleans.
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Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
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and was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
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With them windshield wipers slappin' time and
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Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song
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that driver knew.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
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and nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
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Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
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and buddy, that was good enough for me,
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
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From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
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Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
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Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done,
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and every night she kept me from the cold.
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The somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
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she was lookin' for the love I hope she'll find,
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Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
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holdin' Bobby's body close to mine.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
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and nothin' left was all she left to me,
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Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
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and buddy, that was good enough for me.
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
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Me And Bobby McGee
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| Kris Kristofferson |
