Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
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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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I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
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I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
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With those windshield wipers slappin' time
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And Bobby¡¯s clappin¡¯ hands
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We finally sang every song that driver knew
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[Chorus]
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Oh oh oh 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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Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
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Feeling good 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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Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I¡¯d 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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Looking for the home I hope she¡¯ll find
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I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
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Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
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[Chorus]
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Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
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And nothin' left was all she left for me
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Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
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Feeling good was good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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[Chorus]
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Oh, oh, oh, 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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Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
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And feelin¡¯ good was good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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Me & Bobby McGee
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| Kenny Rogers |
