Busted Flat in Baton Rouge
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Waitin for a train when I was feeling nearly
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as faded as my jeans
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When Bobby Thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
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Rode us all the way to New Orleans
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When i pulled My harp on out
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of my dirty red bandanna
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I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues oh
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the windshield wipers slappin time
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I was holdin Bobby's hand in Mine
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well we sang every song that driver knew
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Well Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose
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and nothin it aint nothing and it aint free no
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yeah feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues
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ya know feeling 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 mines
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to the california sun
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well bobby shared the secrets of my soul
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through all kinds of weather
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through everything all we done
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well bobby baby kept me from the cold
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then one day near Salinas Lord I let him slip away
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hes a-looking for that home I hope he finds
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and I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday to be
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hold bobby's body next to mine
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Well Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose
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and nothin it aint nothing and it aint free no
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yeah feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues
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ya know feeling good was good enough for me oooh
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good enough for me and my bobby mcgee yeah
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impro....etc.
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na na na na na na na na na na na hey i said a Bobby McGee Yeah Whoo!
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Me And Bobby McGee
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| LeAnn Rimes |
