Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained it took us all the way to New Orleans
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I pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
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I blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues
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With them windshield wipers slappin' time
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Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up ever song 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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Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
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And buddy that was good enough for me it was good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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From the coal mines 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 Lord through everything I done
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And every night she kept me from the cold
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Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away
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Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
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I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday holding her good body close to mine
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Freedom's just another word...
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Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee
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Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee
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Me And Bobby Mcgee
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| Bobby Bare |
