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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I took my har'poon 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 whipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
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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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Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
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That feeling good was good enough for me
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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[ guitar ]
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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 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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And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
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Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
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Freedom's just another word...
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Me And Bobby Mcgee
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| Hank Snow |
