Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train,
and I’s feeling nearly’s faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained.
It rode us all the way into New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon, out of my dirty red bandanna.
I’s playing soft while Bobby sang the blues, na.
Windshield wipers slapping time I’s, holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine.
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word, for, nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ honey if it ain’t free, na.
Yeah, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues.
You know feelin’ good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines, to the California sun.
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold world.
One day up near Salinas Lord, I let him, slip away.
He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it.
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for one single, yesterday,
to be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom’s just another word for, nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah.
But feelin’ good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues.
Yeah, feelin’ good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la, la la.
La la la la la la, Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la la, la la la la la.
La la la la la la, Bobby McGee, yeah.
La La la, la la la, la la la, la la la.
La la la, la la la, la la la, ain`t no bumpin’ on my Bobby McGee, yeah.
Thanks to Karl S. Ryll – TheRealityPIs@gmail.com for submitting Me & Bobby McGee Lyrics.
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